Short Stories

The Weak, Sick, Old

Taco quickly scurried throughout the quarantine, hoping to be unnoticed by the androids.

She had to find Lollipop. She couldn't let her die off without saying goodbye.

Ever since Lollipop gotten the plagues it affected her in many ways. She mourned, thought of so many different scenarios to prevent it from happening.

She as immune, so she didnt have to worry about catching the disease.

She jogged down the halls, so many different figures. Resting, coughing, smelling.

It was all so sad.

After a little bit of jogging, she spotted the tall figure she had grown up to love dearly.

Lollipop had her eyes closed, but Lollipop could fell Taco's presence.

Taco quickly sat next to the bed, and pulled the blanket she had gotten for Lollipop over her.

Lollipop gripped onto Taco's wrist. "You too?" She asked weakly.

Taco shook her head. "Heavens, no. I came here to tell you a few things." (Learning about Shakespeare)

Lollipop weakly nodded.

"So, I'm immune to the plague, firstly." Taco said, an awkward smile on her face.

"I knew you weren't the reason I caught this disease. Mother has always disliked you."

"Yea, kinda frustrating."

Taco felt so bad for Lollipop. She didnt deserve to be in this state. She noticed a blue mark on her arm. Stage 3 of the plague.

Taco frowned, as she spoke again. "Also, I-" She shut her mouth, as she was about to say something she had promised Tennis Ball to not share with anyone. "I-Im.. special. Yeah, let's go with that."

Even in her darkest time, she could hear a chuckle that sounded as if Lollipop was good as new, which saddened Taco. "Cmon, Taco. You've always been special."

Taco grinned widely, but her eyes let out a sad vibe instead of happy ones. "I will do as much as I can to make sure you will survive. Itll be just like old times. Me and you, having fun, talking drama, being brats."

Lollipop giggled. Then coughed, a blood splotch coming out.

Taco let out a concerned frown. "Lollipop, if you survive we-, er, I will make sure you get the antidote first."

Taco wished she hadn't said "if". She wished she said "I will make sure you get antidote first." Or something like that.

Lollipop gave her a satisfied smile, and gripped Taco's wrist harder.

"I love you, Taco."

Taco smiled sadly. "Love you too, Lollipop."

Taco kissed Lollipops forehead, before saying, "I have to go now, Lollipop."

Lollipop's warm hand let go of her wrist, allowing Taco to leave.

As Taco walked throughout the halls, she reminisced the time she spent with Lollipop.

As she was doing so, she thought she heard her name.

"T-Taco?"

The raspy voice called out. She turned to the figure laying on the bed.

"F-Firey?" Firey had never been too fond about Taco, since Taco had always been an outcast, different.

"It got you too?" His frail voice spoke.

Taco shook her head, and looked down at his arm. Black spots. The final stage of the plague.

For once, Taco felt sympathy towards Firey.

"Is there anything I can do?" She asked.

She could see the heartbroken feeling inside Fireys eyes. "Please.." Firey coughed, blood spilling from her chin. "Let me see Junior." His eyes would form with tears if he didnt have the plague. "I miss him. So much." Firey let out a grunt of pain. "I need to see him."

Taco felt so guilty about this. Even though they hadn't liked each other very much. Even though she knew she couldn't, she said, "I will try my best."

Fireys final words were the soft whispers of "Junior.."

"Junior.."

"Oh, Junior.."

Fireys voice cracked as he let out one final word. "Junior.."

His final raspy breath escaped him, leaving the Earth, and into the night stars, where it glowed brightly in the night.

Taco wiped a few tears as she left the quarantine, rethinking about everything that just happened.

So, this is a recreated scene from a book called "Cinder". Check it out if you can! I really recommend it. And the scene in ths book was really.. touching. So I recreated it. Hope yall enjoy. Bye people!