Dear Noobcake,
Haven't been able to write in you for a bit.
Apparently that gunshot was more serious then they first thought. I had to go into surgery.
It sucked.
When I woke up afterwards Gothie was there. 'Thanks, Wingman,' he said. 'It would be me in that bed if it wasn't for you. Or 6 feet under, pushing daisies.'
I smiled. I didn't want to laugh. 'Yeah, anytime man. Wait, hold that thought-no. It hurts too freakin' much.'
Gothie smiled too, as Beauty came back from the cafeteria. Gothie looked over the hospital room. 'I want to be a surgeon when I grow up.'
'Why?' asked Beauty. 'So you can save lives?'
'No,' Gothie replied. 'So I can eat their innards.'
Beauty laughed, and so did I.
Ow.
Gothie didn't even crack a smile.
Is he serious?
Oh crap.
Please don't let him be serious.
Does he want to eat my innards?!
Hope not.
He owes me, so he better not.
Or I will come back from the dead and eat his innards.
Wait I won't that's gross.
A nurse came in to shoo them away. Apparently I needed rest.
Yeah right.
I am resting.
I'm freakin' lying in bed! All I'm doing is talking!
The nurse says I won't be release for 2 weeks.
Crap.
How do you fill up 2 weeks in a hospital bed?!
Bye Noobcake











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