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Ellie's POV

I called the police and the ambulance once I got out because I knew what Ed was gonna do. I could see it in his look how much he hates himself.

He shouldn't hate him. He's an amazing person and I doubted that until today. I love him.

I didn't want him to die. I love talking to him, I love his scent, his voice, his personality god I love him so much but he doesn't realize how much I do.

I wish I never shouted at him at the hospital, I wish I just let him go to his father without him hating himself for it. And if those happened, he would be fine right now. He would have a beautiful girlfriend and he would live happily ever after. But I can't reverse time to change what I did.

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Hour 1

I'm standing outside the door that separates me and Ed. He's having a surgery and the doctors told me that if he someone doesn't give him at least one litre of blood he was gonna probably die. Except if a miracle happened.

I prayed, and I prayed, and I prayed, till I started losing hope that god really exists. I was on the scientists side.

The doctors just wouldn't tell me what's happening. I was looking at their backs while they were surgering Ed and they saw me looking so they closed the window curtain.

I sat at the chair behind me, waiting for the doctors to give me something - anything.

I remebered when me and Ed played Nurf, and when we hung out watching a Horror movie and I was scared as hell and just wished there were more moments of us having fun together. I wish we were the happy friends we were.

I'll stop wishing, because wishes never reveal the full of them.

Sometimes wishes seem good but there's a hidden bad behind them.

Because there's no good without bad and no bad without good.

Hour 2

I can't take it anymore. They still have Ed and it hurts so bad waiting. If he doesn't survive I'm gonna blame me for doing this to him because I'm the one who made him do that. I'm a horrible person.

Hour 3

I can't believe they're still not done. I'm happy I'm not a doctor because I would lose patients and then I would feel bad about it.

Hour 4

A female doctor finally exited so I opened my mouth to speak but she went past me without even glancing at me so I closed my mouth.

The doctor came back after a while with a cup of coffee and sat down next to me, handing the cup of coffee to me.

"Um, mind if I ask why you're giving this to me?" She turned to look at me. She had green eyes and dark brown hair which was all in a bun. She had a very white skin, and I could tell it was because she's always in the hospital, working. Leaving only at night.

"I know you've been here for plenty of hours and I think you should relax and go home. I'm sure Ed's gonna be fine, you've been praying for a hella lot of time. And we got plenty of 1 litre blood sacks. But Ed has an 0 type of blood as we know from his previous...suicide." She said and gulped, and didn't say anything after.

"And? What about it?" I asked quickly as I lifted off my seat, placing the cup of coffee on the table next to me. I was desperate to know and if that doctor isn't gonna give me answers I swear I'll open that door and rush in, grab a doctors collar and demand for answers not accepting a 'We can't tell you'. But thankfully the doctor answered.

"And it's one of the rarest types of blood." My eyes widened. "And I'm afraid we don't have a 0 type blood sack."

At that moment I raged so hard I started half-screaming.

"What do you mean you don't have 0 blood type sacks? Are you fucking kidding me!?!"

She sighed and said, "We just need someone to donate some blood."

And then it came to me. I have 0 type of blood. My lips turned up and I said, "I have 0 type of blood! I'm gonna donate!"

"Really?" The doctor asked me, her eyes seeming to brighten up, and I assume mine did too, but way more shiny.

"Where do I donate?" I asked, desperately.

"Well, I can get blood from you. Just follow me." I eagerly followed her wanting to help Ed so badly that I was willing to give him my blood.

We went into a room with a bed for me to sit on (like a dentist bed but lower and on the corner). I immediately sat on it and the doctor grabbed on of the many silver stands and put on next to me. Then she got an empty 1 litre sack for it to be soon filled with my blood. She attached a tube to it that lead down to a sharp nose like a syringe for her to inject me.

She brought the syringe-tube close to me arm and said, "Now I want you to think about Ed so don't be scared about it, remember; Ed has worse. But tell me if you thought about it twice."

I rolled my eyes at her. I'm not scared and I know Ed has worse and I know that I wouldn't even dare to think about it twice.

"I'm not scared." She didn't say anything and just injected me. I felt the pain but I couldn't care less about the pain.

I closed my eyes and thought of Ed's smile. Bright. His laugh. Alive. His scent. Like strawberries. Him. Amazing.

Before I knew it we were done so she carefully took the tube out of my arm, trying not to open a hole and shoot all of my blood out. She quickly put a band-aid on the spot where she injected me and she got up from crouching.

"We're done. I'm gonna go talk to the doctors to give him your blood." I nodded because I didn't want to talk. I felt dizzy, but I didn't say anything. She got out of the room as I followed and sat back down where I previously was, as she entered the room me trying to look inside, waiting.

Sooo...I think I improved. Comparing to the first chapter of this book I would said that I really did. Ok bye.

EdTheKiller