*Sigh* At some point, I knew I'd have to try my pitiful hand at songficcing and embarrass myself all over again. ^^;; I just heard this song for the first time a few days ago, and somehow the gentle piano chords struck me with this image. The muses strike when you least expect it. *shrugs*

Obligatory apologies to Evanescence for doing this to their song. Also, apologies to Shoka, since I promised him I wouldn't do suicide fics anymore. Meh, I'm weak.

Now let's get this travesty on the road...

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Playground schoolbell rings again...
Rain clouds come to play again...


The rain beat softly against the window pane, drumming out a faint cadence that danced drearily through the small hospital room. Though the walls of the room were bleach white and the fluorescent lights glowed coldly overhead, shadows still seemed to rest in all corners of the room. The percussion of the rain was joined by a faint creaking and the clicking of heels against tile as a nurse passed wordlessly in the hall with her medicine cart.

None of this mattered to Ping. The only sounds important in the quiet room were the slow hiss of the oxygen tank and the steady, tuneless melody of the heart monitor. The only thing that mattered right now was the pale girl in the bed beside her, and the cold, still hand she clasped in her own.

Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Hello...
I'm your mind.
Giving you some one to talk to.
Hello...


Ping's eyes delicately traced the form she grasped, studying the hand with the scrutiny of someone trying to avert their attention from something painful, but that pain was only reinforced.

Ping berated herself, as she counted the thin lines decorating her arm. <So many...>

The images assaulted her mind again, 0's and 1's etched into her flawlessly, inescapably. The silence of her room, the lights shut off, the feel of the empty crystal bottle of sleeping pills kicking of her foot...and Miho, lying there on the floor, her thin arms sprawled at weird angles...and her glazing eyes, staring off into space...

If I smile and don't believe,
Soon I know I will wake from this dream...


That was three days ago, and it had taken her that long to stop crying. Now she just sat in silence upon the wooden chair, holding her friend's hand in silent remorse. She hadn't left Miho's side once. The few times when Piro stopped by to try and coax her and leave, to go home and get some rest, she had just stared blankly at him and tacitly returned to watching her friend. He eventually gave up and left Ping to hold her vigil over Miho.

The entire time, she kept trying to ignore what her vital output measuring equipment told her...Miho was going to get better. Her sensors were just faulty, she knew it...

Don't try to fix me I'm not broken.
Hello...
I'm the lie.
Living for you so you can hide.
Don't cry...


<Why?> she had asked herself so many times. <Why couldn't you just talk to me, Miho-chan? Why didn't you tell me you hurt so much?> her eyes had pleaded the still form in the bed. <Is there something wrong with me? Is that why you couldn't tell me? I won't be mad, Miho...just please tell me why you had to...had to...> But now she just silently regarded the hand, which seemed to mean so much, and which was steadily growing colder, the pulse growing weaker. She knew what was coming...she didn't need the nurses to tell her anymore...

She didn't even look up when the heart monitor stopped beeping out its weak peaks and began to drone a still, straight line...

Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping.
Hello...
I'm still here.
All that's left of yesterday...


Without so much as a word, Ping laid her head on the pristine white hospital sheets, next to Miho's still form. She didn't cry now. She had done all her crying in the days prior. Now she just lay her head down and waited...She hadn't maintenanced her power supplies recently, and she had internally broken her reserve power and battery packs.

Her forehead floating on the false cloud of the hospital sheets, she squeezed Miho's lifeless hand one last time.

"Miho-chan...gomen nasai..."

The display screen on her earblade flickered blue for a few seconds before fading to black for the last time...

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