Gaahh. Sorry it's so short!
———————————————————————————America's POV
My eyes fluttered, vision going in and out of focus. Was I dead?
I sat up, wincing. I looked down on my arms. They were covered in bandages. A steady beeping filled the room, and I saw myself hooked onto a heart monitor. I was in a hospital.
I... was in a hospital.
I was alive.
"WHAT?! How can I be alive!?" I cried out, tears coming back to my eyes.
Oh god. I was so useless. I couldn't even kill myself without failing. How could I be so weak?!
I broke down in sobs, my body shaking. I couldn't bear to keep living in this world. I was pathetic. Who could fail at killing themselves?
Only me. Only pathetic fat old me.
But why was I at a hospital of all places? And why was I here alone? Where were doctors? The nurses? Visitors?
Like anyone would be there for you. You're disgusting. You're weak. You're pathetic. Why would anybody want to be here for you? You are a waste. A waste of a nation.
Right.
That's why nobody was here.
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