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A small electric fan softly buzzed through the silent hospital room. The curtains that hung over top a large window gently floated in the breeze. A heart monitor softly beeped in rhythmic time while a respirator squeeze air into the patient. A TV sat on the wall opposing the patient, which would allow a patient to easily watch TV without need to strain his or her head. To the right of the patient was a small coffeetable, which currently housed balloons and unopened envelopes. A few stuffed animals sat on and around the coffeetable, most of them bears or cats. Various wires and devices were hooked up to the patient in an effort to keep her alive. Her eyes were closed as she sat on the bed, barely clinging onto life. She had been in a coma for awhile, but to her, no time had passed. Like anyone in a coma, she wasn't aware of the passage of time. Everyone, however, was. The Dead Rights had gone on to sign for a record deal while one of the semi-finalists, Cody Albright, had gone with a new manager by the name of Manny and had begun a world wide tour. Cantina Fluron had been tried and successfully convicted with little to no trouble. Her execution was the following day.
Another girl sat on a row of three chairs that sat under the windows. She was unresponsive as well, but due to sleep. The girl had stay awake nearly all of last night hoping that the patient would awaken. Her beautiful burnt umber curls flowed gently down to her shoulders, her head slumped over. Slowly, she began to teeter until she eventually lie flat on the three chairs. She didn't snore, but she breathed heavily from exhaustion. The lovely woman wore an orange soccer jersey with the number 26 on the front of it. On top of that, she wore a cerulean blue custom made jacket, the only one to ever exist and ever would exist.
Another woman came in the door, quietly shutting in behind her, so as not to disturb the girl on the chairs. The new woman walked over to the side of the bed, her high heels softly clacking as she walked, and sat on her knees. She held the patient's hand in her hand and rested her head against them both.
"Please wake up," the woman softly said to the patient. She let out a soft sob and a tear rolled down her face. Despite how soft it was, the girl on the chairs was woken up by the cry.
"Oh, is it morning already?" the girl asked, a bit dazed from her sleep.
"You stayed up all night again, didn't you, Gisella?" the woman asked. Gisella nodded, yawned, and stretched.
"Yeah," Gisella said, rubbing her eyes, "nothing to report."
"You really need to stop doing that," the woman said, still holding the patient's hand.
"I know, Rosa," Gisella said calmly. She blinked a few times to clear her vision. "Hey, your blue is gone."
"I'm aware," Rosa said, brushing it out of her face, "I haven't found time to reapply it yet. I've been busy with running the Five Point Dine with Isabella."
"Atleast in here, it's nice and quiet and I can get some school work done," Gisella said, looking around for her folder. She picked it up off the ground and softly sighed. "How's Gisel?"
"She's doing good," Rosa reported, still resting her head on the patient's hand, "No more broken vases, thankfully."
"I'm glad," Gisella chuckled. The two of them sat in silence for what seemed like eternity until Gisella broke it. "I overheard the doctors saying they can't keep her here for much longer."
"What?" Rosa exclaimed in a hushed tone, "They can't do that."
"Apparently, they can," Gisella replied, "Given all the information that I've heard," Gisella turned to the patient. "she has about two more weeks."
"No," Rosa softly said, turning to the patient, "she'll die without this life support. This is murder!"
"Unless you want to take a massive morgage on the Five Point Dine, I really don't see much of a choice. I'm up to my neck in debt already," Gisella mentioned, sighing.
"Oh, please wake up," Rosa softly cried. More tears rolled down her face as she buried her head in the patient's arm.
"Your makeup is running, mon," the patient softly said. Gisella and Rosa quickly looked up at the patient with wide eyed expressions. The patient's soft hazel eyes were opened and looking down at the woman by the bed.
"Larissa!" the two girls said simultaneously. Their forlorn expressions turned to joy as they both quickly hugged their dear friend.
"Easy there, mon," Larissa chuckled, "I'm still sore from the wound." Rosa loosened her grip while Gisella stood up.
"I'm going to go call Isabella and Naomi!" Gisella said, quickly heading towards the hallway and pulling out her phone.
"Larissa," Rosa said, tears streaming down her face, "you're alive! You're awake!" She hugged Larissa tightly again.
Larissa laughed. "It'll take more than that to get rid of me, mon."
Rosa smiled and breathed heavily from shock and happiness. "It's so great to hear your voice again, sis."
"It's good to be able to speak again, mon," Larissa chuckled, wincing a bit from her wound.
"I still can't believe you took that bullet for me," Rosa said.
Larissa smiled at Rosa and chuckled. "I'm not about to let anything happen to my sister, mon." Rosa smiled wide and hugged Larissa even tighter.
Gisella came back into the room and sat on the other side of the bed. "They're on their way."
"I'm glad to hear it, mon," Larissa said with a smile. The three girls all shared another embrace before the doctors came to check on Larissa. This journey they shared together was the largest ordeal they've ever had in their lives, but it's one they'd never forget. Ties were broken, but even stronger bonds were formed. They may have lost Ivanna, but they gained a new best friend in Rosa. Rosa may have lost her family, but she found a new sister in Larissa. Larissa may have lost a large chunk of time from the bullet wound, but she now could begin her new life as the owner of the Five Point Dine. They may not have won the Battle of the Bands, but they won in life. This journey of theirs has bonded them together, uniting them in life, forever banded together.
As the three girls hugged, Larissa could swear she could see the faint image of Ivanna smiling at the foot of the bed.
A small electric fan softly buzzed through the silent hospital room. The curtains that hung over top a large window gently floated in the breeze. A heart monitor softly beeped in rhythmic time while a respirator squeeze air into the patient. A TV sat on the wall opposing the patient, which would allow a patient to easily watch TV without need to strain his or her head. To the right of the patient was a small coffeetable, which currently housed balloons and unopened envelopes. A few stuffed animals sat on and around the coffeetable, most of them bears or cats. Various wires and devices were hooked up to the patient in an effort to keep her alive. Her eyes were closed as she sat on the bed, barely clinging onto life. She had been in a coma for awhile, but to her, no time had passed. Like anyone in a coma, she wasn't aware of the passage of time. Everyone, however, was. The Dead Rights had gone on to sign for a record deal while one of the semi-finalists, Cody Albright, had gone with a new manager by the name of Manny and had begun a world wide tour. Cantina Fluron had been tried and successfully convicted with little to no trouble. Her execution was the following day.
Another girl sat on a row of three chairs that sat under the windows. She was unresponsive as well, but due to sleep. The girl had stay awake nearly all of last night hoping that the patient would awaken. Her beautiful burnt umber curls flowed gently down to her shoulders, her head slumped over. Slowly, she began to teeter until she eventually lie flat on the three chairs. She didn't snore, but she breathed heavily from exhaustion. The lovely woman wore an orange soccer jersey with the number 26 on the front of it. On top of that, she wore a cerulean blue custom made jacket, the only one to ever exist and ever would exist.
Another woman came in the door, quietly shutting in behind her, so as not to disturb the girl on the chairs. The new woman walked over to the side of the bed, her high heels softly clacking as she walked, and sat on her knees. She held the patient's hand in her hand and rested her head against them both.
"Please wake up," the woman softly said to the patient. She let out a soft sob and a tear rolled down her face. Despite how soft it was, the girl on the chairs was woken up by the cry.
"Oh, is it morning already?" the girl asked, a bit dazed from her sleep.
"You stayed up all night again, didn't you, Gisella?" the woman asked. Gisella nodded, yawned, and stretched.
"Yeah," Gisella said, rubbing her eyes, "nothing to report."
"You really need to stop doing that," the woman said, still holding the patient's hand.
"I know, Rosa," Gisella said calmly. She blinked a few times to clear her vision. "Hey, your blue is gone."
"I'm aware," Rosa said, brushing it out of her face, "I haven't found time to reapply it yet. I've been busy with running the Five Point Dine with Isabella."
"Atleast in here, it's nice and quiet and I can get some school work done," Gisella said, looking around for her folder. She picked it up off the ground and softly sighed. "How's Gisel?"
"She's doing good," Rosa reported, still resting her head on the patient's hand, "No more broken vases, thankfully."
"I'm glad," Gisella chuckled. The two of them sat in silence for what seemed like eternity until Gisella broke it. "I overheard the doctors saying they can't keep her here for much longer."
"What?" Rosa exclaimed in a hushed tone, "They can't do that."
"Apparently, they can," Gisella replied, "Given all the information that I've heard," Gisella turned to the patient. "she has about two more weeks."
"No," Rosa softly said, turning to the patient, "she'll die without this life support. This is murder!"
"Unless you want to take a massive morgage on the Five Point Dine, I really don't see much of a choice. I'm up to my neck in debt already," Gisella mentioned, sighing.
"Oh, please wake up," Rosa softly cried. More tears rolled down her face as she buried her head in the patient's arm.
"Your makeup is running, mon," the patient softly said. Gisella and Rosa quickly looked up at the patient with wide eyed expressions. The patient's soft hazel eyes were opened and looking down at the woman by the bed.
"Larissa!" the two girls said simultaneously. Their forlorn expressions turned to joy as they both quickly hugged their dear friend.
"Easy there, mon," Larissa chuckled, "I'm still sore from the wound." Rosa loosened her grip while Gisella stood up.
"I'm going to go call Isabella and Naomi!" Gisella said, quickly heading towards the hallway and pulling out her phone.
"Larissa," Rosa said, tears streaming down her face, "you're alive! You're awake!" She hugged Larissa tightly again.
Larissa laughed. "It'll take more than that to get rid of me, mon."
Rosa smiled and breathed heavily from shock and happiness. "It's so great to hear your voice again, sis."
"It's good to be able to speak again, mon," Larissa chuckled, wincing a bit from her wound.
"I still can't believe you took that bullet for me," Rosa said.
Larissa smiled at Rosa and chuckled. "I'm not about to let anything happen to my sister, mon." Rosa smiled wide and hugged Larissa even tighter.
Gisella came back into the room and sat on the other side of the bed. "They're on their way."
"I'm glad to hear it, mon," Larissa said with a smile. The three girls all shared another embrace before the doctors came to check on Larissa. This journey they shared together was the largest ordeal they've ever had in their lives, but it's one they'd never forget. Ties were broken, but even stronger bonds were formed. They may have lost Ivanna, but they gained a new best friend in Rosa. Rosa may have lost her family, but she found a new sister in Larissa. Larissa may have lost a large chunk of time from the bullet wound, but she now could begin her new life as the owner of the Five Point Dine. They may not have won the Battle of the Bands, but they won in life. This journey of theirs has bonded them together, uniting them in life, forever banded together.
As the three girls hugged, Larissa could swear she could see the faint image of Ivanna smiling at the foot of the bed.