58 from the tøp prompts for Henrik?
fifty-eight is my favorite number in the world. i very much like it and i don’t quite know why. i’ve liked it since first grade, so this made me smile? idk
aNyWhO thank u, anon, for requesting!!!! :D
It was a pleasant day in March, and Jack should’ve been getting ready for PAX, preparing for good times with people who care about him. After all, he only had a few days left before taking off for Boston.
Instead, he was prone on a hospital bed, his dear friend standing over him and frantically fighting for his life.
Jack’s face was pale, his neck divided by the two wounds in his throat- this time, there was no warning, no month of buildup, no flashing sign at the end of the road- TURN BACK. This time, the blade had been stabbed, mercilessly, through his vocal chords, instead of dragged, slowly, across his skin…
Henrik’s view of the crimson mess blurred as he choked back tears, desperately working.
“Please, my friend. Don’t die- you cannot die!”
The glowing trail of the heart monitor began to slow, the beeping becoming like mocking laughter. Back for a round two, doctor! Can you do it? Can you “save” him again?
An ordinary person would’ve died already, but Jack was no ordinary person- and neither was Henrik.
Most doctors, they choose their path. They work hard to be doctors, but they could work hard to be lawyers, or writers, or artists, if they wanted. But Henrik? No, Henrik was created to be a doctor. He was made to save. And he would not let his best friend slip so easily through his fingers.
And he was slipping. It hadn’t been that long- where did the smile go? Where did the bubbly voice go? Why wasn’t he walking around his place, laughing and packing his bags and editing?
“Jack, please, Jack- you’re my best friend. You cannot leave me, you cannot leave us. We need you! Everyone needs you! You’ve come so far, my friend, my pride and joy- bitte nein, bitte nein-”
He gripped Jack’s hand in his own as he flatlined. What now, doctor?
“Live.”
Not a request, not a plea. A demand.
“Live.”
Henrik truly was a special creation.
It was a pleasant day in March, and Jack was finally getting ready for PAX, preparing for good times with people who care about him. After all, he only had a few days left before taking off for Boston, and two new, healing wounds lining his throat.
this is trash and its so short compared to the last one sorry
