The Craze..5..

Heather hadn't been to work since she got the news, she had barely left her room.

Her eyes were circled with red from her tears which still fell. Her nose was red from all the blowing of the snot. She only showered on sundays and she hadn't eaten anything but delivered dohnuts and mcdonalds coffe-she had a friend in the shop who picked up the coffee for her. Her boss got worried and called Danny. He rang the door bell and got no answer. He called and got no answer. He crawled in through a window.

"Heather!" His voice was raw with worry and frustration. He ran through the tiny place and went to her room. His angered evaporated when he saw her, his eyebrows cinched together in worry. "Heather?" He called more hesitantly. She didn't move, the only reason he didn't think she was dead was the slow rise and fall of her body even in her tight little ball she had rolled herself into.

"Oh Heather." He said rushing over. He sat next to her on the bed and slowly and gentily pulled the sheets. He stiffled a gasp when he saw her. She was nothing like the bright girl who had taken care of her, her eyes didn't twinkle and were dull and circled with red. Her skin looked almost loose on her face from her lack of food, and she was extremely pale. "Heather, you know everyone is worried about you! You can't just lay here, what is the matter?" He asked craddling her into his arms, like a little girl would be craddled by her older brother after a nightmare. Heather wished it had been just that, a nightmare. She didn't even have his dogtags to clutch to, nothing but the sad letter which she still refused to read. Which was crumpled in the waste bin on the far side of her room.

"Jo. He, he's MIA. Kevin, his buddy came to tell me. Even though MIA doesn't mean dead, Kevin thinks he is." She whispered, her voice was hoarse, and she hadn't used it to talk to anyone, only to mutter prayers to God. Danny didn't know what to say so he just held her tighter. "It's going to be okay. He's gonna come back and I'll bet he'll be mad you went like this. I'd rather be greeted by a happy heathly little sister." Danny told smiling encouragingly. He knew the chances were low, but there is always a chance, there is always a hope. He wiped her tears away and decided she needed a shower, or a bath, or a day at the spa or something. So he did he arranged her to go to the spa that very day. He picked out a tee shirt and some jeans and made her get dressed while he scravanged up some food. And he drove her to the spa.

It did help. She looked alot better, but she still cried herself to sleep. She always wore something of his, be it a sweater or a tee shirt. She started going back to work, but she didn't work out front. She mostly carried boxes and other stuff.

Danny wasn't convinced.

But he could do nothing against her pain. She wasn't suicidal and he didn't really think putting her in a hosiptal was the best idea so as she suffered so did he.

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two more coming! two more and maybe I'll get them out today