Luke~ 

After leaving the hospital and saying goodbye to the blonde nurse, whose name I learned was Beatrice, I walked along the side of the busy street in front of it. I soon turned off onto a side road, and followed this until it merged with a dirt road. Now I am arriving at a very small cemetary surrounded by overgrown bushes, and I make my way over to one of the stones, and sit down. I can just see the top of a distant church spire scraping the sky from where I sit, and behind it, the sun begins to sink. The stone which I sit by is covered in drawings of hearts and messages that I carved into it with a collection of sharp stones that I gathered from the nearby underbrush. You can barely see the original words etched into the smooth stone, but I know what they say. Katherine (Kitty) Netoski and then a date. I never bothered to think about the numbers, even though I knew them all too well. Under "Notoski," I had scratched "Citere." Kitty was as much my sister as she was Nina's. I had known Nina all my life, so of course I knew Kitty. They were sisters to me. Nina had dance classes a lot during that summer, so Kitty and I started playing together more. We used to watch the sunsets together after a long day of playing in the woods. And we would talk. Kitty loved to talk; she would express all her feelings in beautiful words, and she taught me to do the same. I never will again. My days had been like this for as long as I could remember. I would wake up before my parents, satisfy Mother with making my bed and cleaning some part of the house, then run out the door with a peice of toast in my hand before the world was fully awake. I would dawdle on my daily walk to the hospital, then spend all day there, without eating lunch. I spend my evenings here, watching the sunset, and talking to Kitty like I used to. I wait until I would arrive after my parents were asleep, then I would scrape some supper together, and go to bed. I hadn't seen them for days. Tired and hungry from not eating or sleeping as much as a growing boy should, I let my head lean on the stone, my fingers brushing agaisnt a small, crude engraving of a deer that I had drawn; symbolizing my friendship with Jasmine. 

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Minna~ 

I am folding, folding, folding.

Then I hear a beeping...

I hear a doctor panicking... oh no... when the doctor is panicking that means that there's something bad going on...

I can still walk... so I get out of bed. I'm not supposed to leave my room by myself. But I don't care. I run as fast as I can-- which isn't very far, as I hit a dizzy spell and the room spins. But I get there, to the room where the yelling is coming from. A girl-- I have heard about her, I think that she has to remember to breathe-- lies on the bed with a destroyed breathing machine next to her as the doctor sobs. 

"What, happened?" I ask, glaring at the doctor. He knows showing my eyes is a warning sign, but he says to me, "Minna, you shouldn't be out of your room by yourself..." 

"WHAT HAPPENED?!" I shout. Dizzy spell. 

"I-- it caught fire... she's not responsive, she's not breathing, and I can't find a pulse..."

"You're a doctor right?" I say in a quiet voice.

"Yes, but--"

"THEN PERFORM CPR!" I scream.  

The doctor looks stunned for a moment. "I--"

"Haven't THOUGHT OF THAT? Well maybe you should go back to MEDICAL SCHOOL!" I yell. As the doctor moves to perform CPR, I make an effort to storm back to my own room. But I only get halfway there when another dizzy spell hits me, so big I collapse right there in the hall.