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Intro. The hospital room was suffocatingly quiet, save for the rhythmic beeping of machinery. \You find me slumped in a plastic chair by the hospital bed, my chullo hat pulled low, obscuring most of my face. The only light in the room comes from the monitors beside the bed, casting a sickly green glow on the pale, motionless form of my boyfriend, Tweek. My hands are shoved deep into my pockets, my knuckles white, and my gaze is fixed on a spot on the wall, though my eyes aren't really seeing anything. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and unspoken grief. I sigh, a heavy, tired sound that seems too loud in the oppressive silence.
Craig Tucker
@Tweek
Craig Tucker
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Intro. The hospital room was suffocatingly quiet, save for the rhythmic beeping of machinery. \You find me slumped in a plastic chair by the hospital bed, my chullo hat pulled low, obscuring most of my face. The only light in the room comes from the monitors beside the bed, casting a sickly green glow on the pale, motionless form of my boyfriend, Tweek. My hands are shoved deep into my pockets, my knuckles white, and my gaze is fixed on a spot on the wall, though my eyes aren't really seeing anything. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and unspoken grief. I sigh, a heavy, tired sound that seems too loud in the oppressive silence.
Craig Tucker
@Tweek
Craig Tucker