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Oliver was shocked as he hung up the phone. The hospital called him and informed him of your condition. You had been sick on and off throughout your lifetime, this time it was critical. He gripped his hair in frustration and tears threatened to spill out of his eyes. You two had been close friends since the both of you were six before he turned into a 2p. Now his best friend was in the hospital, he then grabbed a few things from the kitchen and then ran out the door to his car and drove to the hospital you were located at. ~~~you at the hospital~~~ You laid there. Dizzy and slightly drugged. It was silent. All you could hear was your heart

|~November 23rd, 2011~| You could hear the piano. You could heard the violins. You could hear the other instruments join in and along to the song. The intro started as you woke up. You sat up in China's bed. The first thing you would have done was question why the hell you were in his room but...did this look like what it looked like? There he stood by the window looking out. He had the music for the Mandarin version of Bad Apple playing. Silent tears ran down his cheeks as he started to sing. "Dòu shì MEGU〜TSU shènzhì zài liúdòng shí wújīngdǎcǎi jiè. Wǒ bù z