Author's notes: It has been a long time since I last touched this story a little over 4 months in fact, crazy how time flies...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u02tycroA30

The song of the day today is "Out of Touch" by Hall and Oates, I've been listening to this one for a while now literally every morning because I'm on a nostalgia kick remembering me and my now deceased best friend playing GTA: Vice City when were children.
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                 Mere Seconds Ago

There was a lump in the back of Rose's throat as she stood there watching the intruder tending to a sick and injured blue gem, the act alone hurt Rose so much more than she could describe "To think a child through all this managed to survive and with compassion to take up the burden of another, all the weight on this child's small shoulders." Rose thought ending with a sniffle, tears threatened to fall as they built up in her sorrow filled eyes "No! Damn it, Rose! Calm down!" Rose thought trying to recollect herself as she watched the child take the damp rag off the sick gem's head, that's when Rose looked upon her bruised face for the first time as Rose observed this gem she noticed the bandage wrapped tightly around her side indicating broken ribs, the bruising on her face may very well indicate much more bodily injury, these were all the injuries Rose could see, many more could be under her torn dress, Rose felt a set of eyes on her at that exact moment, making her try and swallow the lump at the back of her throat, she was successful, but found it quickly replaced, the injured gem was looking in her direction as the small child soaked the rag in the cool water that sat in the bucket next to the injured gem's makeshift bed, when the child turned she noticed the gem staring off at the door of their camp, her eyes soon followed suit, meanwhile Rose thought to herself "Why couldn't "Recovery" be dealing with this, why me?" her next couple thoughts were simply cursing "Recovery" for putting her through this, Rose was ripped from her thoughts as a set of eyes glared daggers at her, Rose's eyes met those of the child's, whose once calm, happy face changed to stone, causing the lump in Rose's throat to reappear as she was hurt knowing she was the reason, a child contented with life no matter how horrible lost her smile.