Hey again! I know 2 days is a bit short, but I actually meant for the last chapter to be longer. The scratch set a character limit though so I couldn't. Then I felt guilty. Anyway, I am starting a q&a thing. If you ask a question, I'll answer it in this box. Also, if you want art of any of the characters, let me know and I'll try to make it. First chapter: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/123465734 Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1269233032 Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1279586158
“What? Oh hey, what’s wrong? Are you hurt, do you need help?” I rushed moving my hands around to find something to help. I took off my backpack and reached in to get a tissue, or water, or candy or anything to help, when she took my hands. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I heard her voice, but she sounded different, smaller. “About what?” I asked, half genuine confusion, half adrenaline from the fact that she was holding my hands again. “About what happened to you! About how you had a stroke, how you were hospitalized, how much you must have gone through…” She trailed off and pulled my hands closer to her, “I want to know how you have been, and I need to know bad things too,” Another tear traced down her cheeks, “I still care about you, like I did when we were kids.” I felt a rush of emotions, and promptly went into a mental shutdown. She was too adorable and sweet to even be human, how is anyone this lovely? “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t feel like I needed to. In fact, I didn’t feel like anyone needed to know. I wrote it on the slip of paper impulsively, I panicked because it was the only thing I could think of. I panicked and forgot that I could have lied. Besides, all of the damage the clot did is gone now. Before, I had epilepsy as a side effect, but that’s gone now too. The only lasting effect is that I take the blood thinner,” I explained to her. “You don’t need to worry about me, I can take care of myself.” I patted her shoulder and she sobbed before hugging me. “Okay, I’ll trust you. But, please. Tell me these things,” She whispered into my shoulder. I hugged her back and felt a rush of dopamine. She was so unbearably kind and gentle. I was so happy I found her again. “C’mon, we need to get to class,” I said to her. She tightened her grip. “No, you need to tell me everything. I meant what I said,” She pulled away and went to the sink and rinsed off her face. I laughed and gave her a makeup wipe from my bag. “Okay, social studies isn’t that important anyway.” I agreed And then, we talked for the entire next class. I told her about my favorite books and shows and music, and how my life had been. She told me about her uncle and aunt's new house, and how she had a new closet big enough to hide in, and how she had a new baby cousin. We talked and talked and talked. Best skipped block ever.
