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   Aries hadn't noticed how long she had been sleeping. She blinked her eyes open and the monotonous, droning sense of loneliness flooded back into the room and when her golden-brown eyes blinked open, her back pain rebooted. She sat up, massaging her spine, and glanced around. She was in a sea green room lit only by the old light bulb in the middle of the ceiling. It formed a cone of light under it and the rest was covered in darkness. She sighed and noticed she had fallen asleep across three plastic, blue chairs. She felt her hair and flattened an imperfection with her pointer and middle fingers. She took a gander around the room and this time, her eyes landed on what they had been hesitant to settle on: a perfect, white bed with a perfect, flat sheet covering a cold, soundless body. It was Stan, but Aries was hesitant to identify the body as such.
   She winced away for a few seconds, tears of not only excessive sadness, but also pain and discouragement, fell from her eyes. "Why?" she asked her faded reflection on the shiny surface of the chair she huddled over. And then, she was crying.
   She had tried what Stan had tried: "accidentally" take too mand painkillers...and end up on a hospital bed, not in the morgue, but in the intensive care unit. But, for some reason, it seemed even more horrible happening to poor, innocent Stan.
  She had spent all night with him...even though she was sure there was some sort of rule against sleeping over at the hospital. She ducked her head and hid her face in her hands.
   Then, she let out all her pain. Not only the feelings she had for Stan, but everything that had ever gone wrong in her life. The times she picked fights with other people, times she had thought such dark thoughts it seemed unreal, and most importantly, she cried because now, she truly had everything in common with Stan. Everything in the world. He was her sole mate...straight from the moment he had the first pill jump into the pit of his stomach. Thinking about it made her even more upset, and just as she hit the climax of her sadness, someone's arms wrapped around her. They were herald angels from the outside world, like a ray of sunshine through the iron rain clouds. And, because this hold was able to shine through the sadness, Aries knew who it was. "Stan?" she called, uncurling and looking around. But, it wasn't Stan. It was Ana Dee.
   She was followed by Scarlett, who was sitting on the bed, a tiny hand on Aries's back. "No," Ana Dee said. "They put Stan into a coma...They need to pump his stomach again and stitch up a tear in a few vital arteries."
   Even Scarlett, who had truly given up on Stan after their huge fight, seemed a bit sad.
   "Is he going to make it?" Aries asked, nervously, then questioning whether she actually wanted to know.
   Ana Dee looked over at Scarlett, then over at this bed, and then back at Aries. Even at the weakest times, Ana Dee held her class and poise with the utmost strength. She truly didnt know Stan that well, though.
   Aries looked over at Scarlett, who also looked very neutral.
   "He's going to die?" aries uttered, trying to keep her lip from quivering.
   Ana Dee sighed. "No."
   A sigh of relief in Arise's throat turned into tears of joy quite quickly. All three girls hugged, and it seemed like there was nothing wrong anymore, but when the hug ended, and Scarlett and Ana Dee left, Aries would go back into the hole of turmoil depression Stan's suicide attempt had re-opened.
   For some reason, she couldn't wait while her head rested on Ana Dee's shoulder, she could turn her head and see Stan, laying on his bed. Her hopelessly crazy mind developed the visual of him, big, green eyes open, a little, playful smirk on his face, his hand risen in a loving wave. She waved back, because she was crazy. The hole of turmoil of depression was cracking open forcefully, anyway.
   "It's okay, Aries," Ana Dee said. "He's okay."
   "But doctors make mistakes, don't they?"
   "Do you wnt him to die, Aries?" Ana Dee asked.
   "No, I'm just saying..." Aries said. "I don't want to get my hopes up..."
   "You're allowed to, Aries," Scarlett defended.
   "I always have...and I've always disappointed myself."
   "It seems hard to get over something like this, but the doctors have guaranteed that they can fix him."
   Aries nodded, giving up. She knew in her own little, depressed brain that he truly couldn't be completely fixed. There was always the chance that Stan could try a stunt like this and be stuck in the same situation as before...or worse.
   "Come on," Ana Dee said. She took her arms back, and stood up as well. "We'll go out for lunch."
   "No," Aries said.
   "What?" Ana Dee said. "You can't stay here...you need food...water..."
   "I'm not a fucking plant, Ana Dee. What's next? Fertilized soil?"
   Ana Dee sighed. Please Can you just come with us?"
   "No," Aries said. "I don't want to."
   "Come on," Scarlett said. "Just for lunch! Get some food in your stomach!"
   "I'll go down to the cafeteria."
   Ana Dee looked over at Scarlett. "Stan wouldn't want this," she said.
   Aries sat down in the chair and stubbornly glanced at the wall opposite to her. Ana Dee and Scarlett looked at each-other, and then, a few seconds later, left. And Aries didn't go down to the cafeteria. She didn't move from her chair for the rest of the afternoon. At nine, she fell over, into a deep sleep.

   "Ms. Whittman, we can't have you sleeping at the hospital anymore."
   "Aries had awoken early in the morning to find a nurse, there to take her to see the cheif of Medicine. She groggily stared at the man, hardly able to understand what he was saying.
   "This isn't a hotel. I know you have a home of your own."
   "I do, but-"
   "So you should go back there."
   Aries shook her head. "I can't. I need to stay here with Stan."
   "But he'll be home with you soon! We're taking him into surgery right now. Then, we're going to wake him up out of his coma in a few hours...probably tomorrow...and he'll be back by Friday!"
   "Why so late?"
   "Well...for mental and physical health reasons, he needs to stay here for another couple hours for a few routine check-ups."
   Aries sighed. "I can't leave him here..."
   "Would Stan want this?"
   "Want what?"
   "You...like this...I don't think any boyfriend would want their girlfriend to be worrying themselves out of their minds...you're thin, pale...there's dark crcles under your eyes...Stan wouldn't want to see you like this..."
   Aries shook her head. "Please...don't make me go home..."
   "I won't, but NYPD will."
   Aries winced. "God damn it...why? Why do you do this to people?"
   "I'm not trying to hurt you...it's just the rules..."
   Aries nodded. "Fine."
   "Good girl," the doctor said.
   Then, Aries stood up. She miserably too her leave, the twisting feeling of sadness digging deep into her heart. She wanted to cry, but so many people were around, so it was hardly fair to let it out publicly. The picture she had in her mind of Stan was slowly fading, becoming the nightmare that haunted her small, disturbed happiness: the visual of Stan, sprawled on the bedroom floor. Pink Floyd's 'The Wall''s crackled echo snaked its way into her subconscious. "Hello...Hello...Hello...is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me...is there anyone home?" Ironicalle enough, at the time, and now, there was no one home.Stan was in his own little, chemically-induced coma world...and Aries couldn't reach him. She pushed through the doors and out, into the New York sunshine. She winced away, towards a back alley where it was cool and dark. She strode throught the alley and turned back onto the sidewalk, which, luckily enough, was covered by the Hilton's awning. She rushed to the corner, hailed a cab, and then rode home.

   Her home was as she had left it: neat and tidy. But, for some reason, the cheerful light that usually flowed through the room and hung like satin drapery on the walls, furniture and herself was dimmed. She walked over and opened the curtains, glaring out at all the happy people everywhere. She couldn't stay in the living room, so she crawled up the stairs. She walked into her office and sighed, seeing that everything was in order. She walked up to the book case, sliding a hand across her shiny, woden desk and picked up one of the leather-bound books. This happened to be 'The Old Man and the Sea' by Hemingway. She paged quickly through it, and then placed it back.
   Then, Aries strode out of the room. She stood in the cramped space between the door to her office and the door to her bedroom, idly hovering for a moment, and then rushing into her bedroom.
   Her bedroom was a tan color. The bed was well-made with a vintagey quilt on top. There was hard-wood flooring, like in every other room, and the room was frnished with furniture to match the floor's color and texture. There was a little bathroom, all pearly and white. She kept it unnecessarily clean most of the time. She walked into it to look in the mirror, but she found herself staring into her own light, brown eyes. She was face to face with her own disgustingness. She was, indeed, pale with tire, and trembling with hunger and sadness. She bent over the sink and turned on the faucet. Then, seh brought handfuls of water over her face and tried to calm down, for her eyes were still red from crying so much. She flattened her hands to her face and exhaled. She brought her head back up. She looked at her face, nervously, and then whirled around, leaning against the sink. She closed her eyes and frowned, letting a few more tears squeeze their ways out. Then, she rushed out of the room. She stood in her bedroom and then rushed over to the closet. She pushed open the folding doors and then crawled inside. In the back, there was a small hatch built into the wall. She pulled it open with her fingertips. Behind it were small stairs. No one knew they were there, except her. She had stumbled upon the hatch by accident.
   She climbed the stairs on all fours until she could slip up to the secret room.
   The room was dark wood and furnished like her office. Though there were over 200 works from literary geniuses taking up residence on her shelves, there was an even better collection of, not only novels and short stories, but of some of the most amazing records the world has ever known (Aries wasn't only a literature hog, but an obsessor of all the arts.) Also, in the room, there was a large bed on stilts that touched the low ceiling. It had been Aries's bed as a child when her spine had been knocked out of line. But, she pulled the bed out of her parents' house, took it apart, and replaced it in the room...for times like such. She walked over to the gigantic stack of records. She pulled out one of them, examining its cover and quality, and then putting it onto her old player.
  "So ya...thought you you might like to go to the show...to feel th ewarm thrill of confusion..."
   But, 'In the Flesh?' wasn't right. She moved to 'Hey You" and then climbed into the bed. She curled up and grabbed a little, orange canister. There were about a dozen painkillers and antidepressants, mixed together in there. She pulled three out and popped them in, and then lay back.
   6 hours went by. The pills, when mixed, were sent straight to the brain. Aries was  knocked out, but not killed. She fell into a nice, deep sleep to ease her pain, with 'The Wall' as the soundtrack.
   The 6 hours wnt by and Aries drifted in and out of sleep. Finally, when she woke up, she noticed that 'The Wall' had stopped. Records, indeed, stop, but now, "Friday I'm in Love," one of Aries's most beloved singles, was crackling on. She sat up and squinted around the room. It was dark. Rain dropped against the walls, and only one little window shone any light. She glanced around the room, and her eyes became upon the only thing that her heart would stop hours for: Stan. She was overwhelmingly shocked to see him, but she was in such a buzz that she could hardly keep her head up.
   Even under the influence of some old pills, Aries had almost the same percentage of sanity as she had before. So, the first thing going through her mind was 'How the hell did Stan get up here." But, she wasn't sane enough to figure out that she had actually said that aloud.
   Stan walked up and stroked the side of Aries's face softly. "I got out early," he said. "They said I was just fine."
   Aries nodded. "Oh."
   "And...I've always known about the secret room."
   "Darn," Aries said, disappointedly.
   Stan laughed. "I missed you." He stood up on his toes and stretched his lips up to her cheek. "The doctore told me you slept over at the hospital a few times."
   "I went crazy," Aries admitted, looking down. "I didn't eat...I only slept when my body forcefully put me to sleep..."
   Stan's jaw would've dropped, but he just ducked his head, pulling his emotions back. That's horrible, Aries," he whispered.
   Aries looked down at him, groggily, "I didn't know what to do...I was desperate...And I never wanted to be that kind of girl..."
   Stan sat down on the floor, then lay down and looked up at her. "So you know you were becoming one of those girls...and you didn't stop..."
   "Because I love you," Aries said.
   "I love you," Stan said. "I never wanted you to do that, though. You used to be strong.."
   "I am, Stan," Aries said.
   "That's what it's about...strength...you're losing it...Is it because of me?"
   "I don't know...I think after I found out you tried to kill yourself, I noticed I had so much in common with you that I needed you to love me...We're so alike now..."
   "Now?" Stan asked. "What's new? What's different from before?"
   Aries hesitated. Then, seh sat up. "I attempted suicide, too...twice..."
   "What? When?"
   "Back in Cleveland...before I moved...I used to be completely depressed...I still am, but..."
   "Wow...I guess we do have a lot in common..." Stan said.
   Aries nodded.
   "I can't believe a beautfiul, smart girl like you would do such a thin...I could never picture such a thing," Stan said. His voice was a soft echo in Aries's dazed ears. She frowned and shook her head.
   "I need something to drink..."
   "I was going to bring you domething, but I thought you'd be asleep," Stan said. "What'd you take?"
   "A few of these," she said tossing him the bottle. He picked it off from his chest, where it had fallen, and read the label.
   "These are Placebos."
   "No...I mixed a bunch of pills into it...I really don't know what's what anymore. There could be Men's One-A-Days in there for all I know...I thought I filled it with a bunch of anti-depressants and painkillers, but I think one of them was bright yellow when I put it in my mouth."
   Stan nodded. "It's funny how pills can make so many problems."
   Aries nodded again, feeling like she had just binge-drank millions of Jack Daniels. She was drunk, mentally, but practically stoned in real life. She sighed and layed back down. Then, she heard the rattle sound, telling her that Stan was taking a few pills as well...and, for some reason, Aries was okay with that.
okay...so this, no lie, took me like three hours to type from my notebook, so YALL BETTER LIKE IT!!!!!!!! and one time, i was halfway thru and i accidentally pressed something and the window closed. DX eehhh. but so im done now...oh, and plus i had to keep going back and typing because bitch-o needed to 'check her e-mail.' grr. okay, bye.

ohyeah...talk about the deviation: these are two oh mah NYCAs (New York City Angels), Aries Whittman and Stan Laroo. Ana Dee and Scarlett were in thar too...cuz Scarlett's the queen and Ana Dee is FIERCE. lolz. kai, so thats it. bai.
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