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WARNING: OC insert/yes this is actually part of a Supernatural story
"Nu uh!"
"Yeah huh!"
"Nu uh!"
"Yeah huh!"
Two girls at the age of ten are sitting in a hospital bed together. The just slightly smaller one with long, dark red hair is holding a book tightly against her chest; the cover features a furry monster with a red font over its head, saying: 'The Gruffalo'. Beside her is a girl with a thick, blonde fringe while the rest of her hair is black; a large cheeky grin on her small lips and her eyes sparkling in happiness. This 'argument' has been going on for good five minutes now, the red-haired girl being a but frustrated with her friends constant denial.
"Yeah huh, Blacky!" she cries out. "If someone wants to eats me, the Gruffalo will eat them instead! That's how it works!"
"Nu uh." She protests, still smiling in a mischievous way. "The Gruffalo isn't real, Hell."
Hell thinks for a moment, looking at her best friend blankly. "I know he isn't reeeaaal... but if I was in this story! Then he'd protect me!"
A little smile comes to her lips as they both start laughing. Two adults enter the room; Hell's parents Mark and Nicki. They can't help but smile and 'aww' at the sight of Blacky cuddling up to her friend and hugging her tightly; almost as if she's afraid that she would have to leave.
"We talked to the nurses, you can stay here tonight, Blacky; as long as you behave and don't cause any trouble... can you do that?"
The girl smiles contently and nods with quick movements. "You betchya!"
"Good." Mark adds, his voice sounding more serious than the mother's. "We'll pick you up tomorrow though and take you home with us. Chantelle will need some operations and she will need lots of rest."
"Operations?" The lithe girl asks with a slight pronunciation mistake; a frown of concern and confusion on her face. "What operations? Is Hell in danger?"
"No, of course not." Nicky reassures, using her soothing, motherly tone of voice. "She needs operations so she can be healthy again and so she can leave the hospital and play with you at home."
"Oh... ok! The doctors will make her all better then?"
"They will. Now, good night you two and remember to behave, we don't want to hear any complaints or there will be no cheesecake for dessert tomorrow."
Both girls gasp loudly with expressions of pure horror on their cute faces. The married couple smile playfully, giving them both a quick hug before leaving. Blacky continues to snuggle with her friend, using her as a pillow and staying quiet so that Hell can continue re-reading one of her favorite stories that her parents bought for her.
Time goes by way too quickly for the two girls. Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds as the two girls keep on chatting about random things; monsters, ghosts and dragons tend to be the most common subjects they babble about together. The clock soon strikes midnight and the young friends are still awake; though silent for now. Hell has her eyes closed, slowly drifting off into a day dream while her friend cuddled up to her underneath the sheets, her head squished against the red-haired girl's neck.
For a moment she thought Blacky is asleep, but her suspicions are soon proved wrong when she moves her head a little, speaking just above a whisper.
"Hell?"
"Yes, Blacky?"
"Do you think you will be ok?"
For her age, Hell is already quite intelligent and understands a lot more than people give her credit for; no doubt the fact she grew up knowing her father hunts the things that go bump in the night helped with her mental state age quicker than her body. She knows her parents grasp to the thought that their young daughter may not fully comprehend the situation she is in; but she does, she understands too well.
"I don't know... maybe." She smiles tiredly, wrapping a comforting arm around her friend; Blacky always worries way too much. "Why?"
"If the doctors can't make you better... do you think I can?"
The flicks in the girl's red hair bounce a little as she shifts her head to look at the cuddle monster called Blacky. Usually her friend is always playful; mischievous most of the time as well, but for once she is dead serious. "I doubt it... if they can't help, then you probably can't either... but you can stop worrying about me." She gives her a reassuring smile. "Just go to sleep now, Blacky. The doctors and nurses will make me all better tomorrow."
"Ok... night, Hell."
"Good night, Blacky."
"Nu uh!"
"Yeah huh!"
"Nu uh!"
"Yeah huh!"
Two girls at the age of ten are sitting in a hospital bed together. The just slightly smaller one with long, dark red hair is holding a book tightly against her chest; the cover features a furry monster with a red font over its head, saying: 'The Gruffalo'. Beside her is a girl with a thick, blonde fringe while the rest of her hair is black; a large cheeky grin on her small lips and her eyes sparkling in happiness. This 'argument' has been going on for good five minutes now, the red-haired girl being a but frustrated with her friends constant denial.
"Yeah huh, Blacky!" she cries out. "If someone wants to eats me, the Gruffalo will eat them instead! That's how it works!"
"Nu uh." She protests, still smiling in a mischievous way. "The Gruffalo isn't real, Hell."
Hell thinks for a moment, looking at her best friend blankly. "I know he isn't reeeaaal... but if I was in this story! Then he'd protect me!"
A little smile comes to her lips as they both start laughing. Two adults enter the room; Hell's parents Mark and Nicki. They can't help but smile and 'aww' at the sight of Blacky cuddling up to her friend and hugging her tightly; almost as if she's afraid that she would have to leave.
"We talked to the nurses, you can stay here tonight, Blacky; as long as you behave and don't cause any trouble... can you do that?"
The girl smiles contently and nods with quick movements. "You betchya!"
"Good." Mark adds, his voice sounding more serious than the mother's. "We'll pick you up tomorrow though and take you home with us. Chantelle will need some operations and she will need lots of rest."
"Operations?" The lithe girl asks with a slight pronunciation mistake; a frown of concern and confusion on her face. "What operations? Is Hell in danger?"
"No, of course not." Nicky reassures, using her soothing, motherly tone of voice. "She needs operations so she can be healthy again and so she can leave the hospital and play with you at home."
"Oh... ok! The doctors will make her all better then?"
"They will. Now, good night you two and remember to behave, we don't want to hear any complaints or there will be no cheesecake for dessert tomorrow."
Both girls gasp loudly with expressions of pure horror on their cute faces. The married couple smile playfully, giving them both a quick hug before leaving. Blacky continues to snuggle with her friend, using her as a pillow and staying quiet so that Hell can continue re-reading one of her favorite stories that her parents bought for her.
Time goes by way too quickly for the two girls. Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds as the two girls keep on chatting about random things; monsters, ghosts and dragons tend to be the most common subjects they babble about together. The clock soon strikes midnight and the young friends are still awake; though silent for now. Hell has her eyes closed, slowly drifting off into a day dream while her friend cuddled up to her underneath the sheets, her head squished against the red-haired girl's neck.
For a moment she thought Blacky is asleep, but her suspicions are soon proved wrong when she moves her head a little, speaking just above a whisper.
"Hell?"
"Yes, Blacky?"
"Do you think you will be ok?"
For her age, Hell is already quite intelligent and understands a lot more than people give her credit for; no doubt the fact she grew up knowing her father hunts the things that go bump in the night helped with her mental state age quicker than her body. She knows her parents grasp to the thought that their young daughter may not fully comprehend the situation she is in; but she does, she understands too well.
"I don't know... maybe." She smiles tiredly, wrapping a comforting arm around her friend; Blacky always worries way too much. "Why?"
"If the doctors can't make you better... do you think I can?"
The flicks in the girl's red hair bounce a little as she shifts her head to look at the cuddle monster called Blacky. Usually her friend is always playful; mischievous most of the time as well, but for once she is dead serious. "I doubt it... if they can't help, then you probably can't either... but you can stop worrying about me." She gives her a reassuring smile. "Just go to sleep now, Blacky. The doctors and nurses will make me all better tomorrow."
"Ok... night, Hell."
"Good night, Blacky."
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Another one-shot to fill in some of the blanks in my Supernatural story Fallen that some of you may have been interested in knowing about. I know I haven't uploaded many chapters on DA, but you can read more of it on Booksie and I'm about to upload more of the ones that I have finished here.
But if you can't wait go to the story on Booksie via this link: www.booksie.com/fan_fiction/no…
I have also decided to do a few more of these until I can get my hands on a more permanent and easier way to write stories. It's easier for me to finish one-shots in one sitting than it is for me to do chapters to a story and... all I have right now is Text documents so... I'm sure most of you understand my struggle with that.
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