What if? (A deh and heathers story)

Chp.5 7/11

Tw swearing btw I hate swearing irl sooo

Evan's POV

Evan followed the cluster of people until he reaches the ICU. The large group trickled down into just the woman that was beside the boy who was wounded. She seems distressed, worried, or afraid. But, all with a smile on her face. It doesn't seem right. Maybe she needs help- before I could finish my thought, I stood behind the girl. "H-hi, c-can I t-t-take you to a 7/11?"

"What um, sure, I guess?" she replied sounding more like a question. She followed me back outside the hospital then, to the 7/11 down the street.

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I saw the green and orange illuminated lights in the distance. Our walk was silent no one has said a word, each drowned in their thoughts. When we get I inside attempt to 'break the ice' or whatever Jared says I should do more.

"S-so um, how has y-y-your day been?" I immediately regretted asking. The neutral expression fell into choked back cries.

"F-fine," she replied instantly with sorrow in her voice.

Normally, I would not have this type of courage and maybe I shouldn't pry. What if something goes wrong. Or I say something stupid. I feel my palms become sweaty. Here we go again.

"A-ar-are you sure?" I question. My response was weeps and sobs. Wails you know that have pain behind them. I have only met this female a little over thirty minutes ago, I now have her in a vulnerable state right in front of me.

Unexpectedly, I feel a hand clutch my shoulder. "The," she pauses tears to spout. "The, the last time someone took me to a 7/11," she trails off. "He, he is in a condition now." Condition? That boy. She must be talking about him. An emotion hits me. One that you can't explain in one word. It's almost like a piece of your heart has been ripped out. It's not enough empathy to cry. So, it leaves you there feeling empathetic, not shedding a tear. On the other hand, there is a random girl who needs cheering up so let's make her feel better!

"I-it's ok, things will g-get better."

Her cries come to a stop. "No, they will not get any fucking better!" She hisses pulling away from my shoulder. "My fucking boyfriend or ex-boyfriend, I don't even know what call him anymore is in a fucking coma," She takes a pause. "Also my name is Veronica," Veronica spat with her voice cracking up. Once again, tears poured.

Veronica? Veronica? I remember now, she's that popular girl who was with the 'heathers.' To be honest, I couldn't care less about them. But, seeing this side of Veronica is strange. Is she crying over fact that Heather C died or is it really just her 'boyfriend?'

"M-my f-f-friend is in a coma t-too." Fern, fern I did not just call Connor my friend. He doesn't even know me. We've only talked three times, the third time shouldn't even count.

"Well we have that in common," Veronica says while giving herself a dry pity laugh. "Fucking JD," I hear Veronica mummers barely audible enough to be heard. "Anyways, I should be going back, hopefully, he isn't dead," She announces.

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There is actually nothing to say words fail I guess.

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