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ON GOING
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I would like to go... Back to the old house...
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I've been waiting, I was born waiting...
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IN WHICH
Everything has changed, so all they want to do is go back to the simpler times.
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Vi x OC
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Brandy's POV~
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I stir from my slumber, my eyes fluttering open gently. I blink away the blur as a throbbing pain shoots through me from my side. I jolt forward out of instinct and immediately regret it as spots fill my vision and my head spins.
"Woah woah! Easy there, toots. It's only been a few weeks since you had that chunk out of ya." Jinx sits forward, having been lent back in her chair beside me before, and waves her hands out to me in worry.
"A few weeks?! What about Isha? Sevika? Vi? What's happened, Jinx?"
"It was Vander, Bran. Vander's alive."
"He can't be. We saw him die, Jinx."
"I'm telling ya, he's in the old mines. I wanna take Vi to see him."
"Wha– what about me? What happened to my side?"
"I mean it when I say a chunk came outta ya. Didn't hit anything important but... I made you a new bottom right rib. And you're missing a kidney... and a bit of your liver. And your waist is uneven but you're practically fully healed." She stands from her place in the chair and positions herself infront of me so I don't have to crane my neck.
My mind races at her words and I take off my shirt without even thinking. I throw it to the ground and out of the corner of my eye I see Jinx quickly turn her back. "Woah! Vi's view only, no?" She exclaims but I don't even listen as I haphazardly unwrap the bandages from around me.
The dry and bloody wrap falls to the ground as I stare at my side in shock. A dark twisting scar stains my waist which dips about an inch and a half lower than the opposite one. Staples are crisscrossed over the edge of it, probably to keep it together. It still gleams pink with raw scar tissue in the middle, not completely healed from the ordeal.
My breathing staggers and begins to quicken as I stare at the horrific wound. Tear prickle at my eyes and blur my sight. What did I do to deserve this? And how the hell am I still alive? I should be missing a rib for God's sake. Jinx had to go through the horrors of replacing it. The things she'll have seen.
