Sweeney's Razorblade Kiss [Sweeney Todd Story;SPOILERS!;Chapter Three]

"Thank you," Sweeney said, as Hannah carefully got him in the chair. She didn't speak. She figured it best. She pushed Sweeney, along with the items the nurse said she had to bring along, such as the IV bag, down the hall. Although he knew that poor Lucy was deceased, he was sitting at the edge of his seat, excited to see her. She found Lucy's room. Slowly, she opened the door, revealing a single bed. Poor Lucy was lying on the bed. Her skin had turned a light shade of blue, and she wasn't moving at all. Sweeney's excitement died when he saw her. Hannah pushed him into the room. She pushed him right next to the bed.
I'd be twice the wife she was! >.<
Sweeney extended his arms. He put his hands on Lucy's face, pain clearly shown on his face. He began to stand. "Sweeney!" Hannah said, racing to his side. She took his back, helping him steady himself.
"I'll be fine," Sweeney whispered, defiantly. He didn't try to break from her grip. He almost completely ignored her as he gazed down at Lucy's lifeless corpse. He sat on the bed, still gazing at her. Just watching him made Hannah's lip quiver. She stood back against the wall, letting Sweeney "speak" with his wife.
"Lucy," he sang, quietly. "I've come home again..."
Hannah put her hand to her mouth, looking at the ground. She could see how much pain the last night had caused him. Slowly, he lowered himself over the body. He kissed its cold lips for the last time. He raised himself back up, still gazing at the girl. A doctor came in.
Hannah scurried over to him, not wanting him to disturb Sweeney. After all, this would be his last moment with her. "Yes?" she whispered.
The doctor looked behind her, confused. Hannah got in his eyeshot from Sweeney. "Yes?" she repeated herself.
The doctor returned his attention to Hannah. He whispered, just as she had. "We need to take the body to the morgue."
Hannah nodded, slowly. She turned back to Sweeney. She walked up to him, putting her hands on his shoulders. "We need to go now." she said, sadly.
Sweeney had no reaction. He kept gazing at Lucy. This made Hannah want to cry. She helped Sweeney stand up. She helped him sit in the chair. All the while, he gazed at Lucy. She pushed the chair and the extra items out of the room.
Mrs. Lovett! You're a bloody wonder. =0
Hannah helped Sweeney back into his bed. She made sure that he was in, comfortably, the way he hadn't been before. He glared at his fists in his lap. Hannah sat the wheelchair right next to the bed and shut the door. She walked back to the chair, sitting down in it. She curled her legs up into the chair, holding her knees to her chest, like a small child was. She was afraid to sit up on the bed, as he'd asked her to many times before. She was afraid she might yank out his IV, or sit on his oxygen tube.
"She was beautiful," Sweeney said, breaking the mind-blowing silence.
Hannah looked up. "Who?"
"Lucy," he said. Whenever he said her name, he smirked. This time, his joyful smirk didnt return. "It's all my fault."
Hannah tilted her head. "What?" she asked. She thought that Toby had been the murderer.
"It was I." he admitted, his voice shaking. "I killed Lucy. I killed Mrs. Lovett. I killed Judge Turpin. I killed the Beadle, I killed them all!"
Hannah's eyes widened. He killed them? He killed them...She couldn't believe it. She'd never understood why people murdered other people. They were human beings, just as the murderers were. It made no sense. "W...why?"
"Revenge," he muttered. "The Judge sent me to prison. The Beadle helped him cause Lucy to poison herself. Mrs. Lovett lied about Lucy's death. And, Lucy..." his attention faded. He kept gazing at his hands. Hannah uncurled herself. She walked over to the other side of the bed. She sat down on the bed, wrapping her arms ever-so-lightly around Sweeney's shoulders. She gazed at the closed door. She shut her eyes, trying to hold back tears.
Suddenly, she felt Sweeney's hand on her arm. She opened her eyes, looking down at his hand. Hannah smiled, lightly. After a few minutes of silence, Sweeney fell asleep. Hannah sat in his presence, content with his progress. After a while, she, too, drifted off into sleep.

Toby! Toby?
Hannah awoke first. She felt Sweeney's cold hand on her sleeve. The door opened.
A doctor barged in. When he realized that Sweeney was asleep, he quieted down. He walked over to Hannah. "Mr. Todd can leave anytime today." he whispered, happily. "He's made remarkable progress. Will you be the one caring for him?"
Hannah blinked. Would she? She didn't know. She assumed she would be. She nodded.
"You'll need to change the gauze on his throat every few hours. If a stitch rips, bring him back as quickly as possible."
"Thank you." Hannah said as he left the room.
All gone byebye hospital.
Sweeney woke up minutes later. He blinked his eyes a few times, seeing Hannah. She, of course, was still at his side, gazing at the newly awakened Sweeney Todd. She smiled lightly. "Good morning, Sleepy-Head." she teased. She proceeded to tell Sweeney of the good news of being allowed to leave. He was very hasty about leaving. Hannah fetched his clothes from the receptionist. A nurse removed the IV from his arm, and another took off his oxygen tubes. He sat up, watching Hannah scurry back into the room. She gave him his clothes and left the room, standing outside the door. After a minute, he needed Hannah's assistance putting on his shirt. She laughed, opening the door. "Be careful, now." she warned. "Don't want those stitches popping."
Noo. That would be bad.
Sweeney was still a bit light-headed, but he was level enough to stand. Hannah had to hang on his arm to keep him steady. She opened the door at the wrong time. Two nurses were pushing Lucy's lifeless body to the morgue. Sweeney stumbled to the threshold of the door. Hannah had to hold him back. He kneeled down a bit, and Hannah cradled his face him her hands. "Come on, Love." she said, soothingly. "Let's get you home."
Hannah managed to get Sweeney from the hospital. He stumbled every once and a while, not accustomed to using his feet. Hannah had to talk to him about other things, like pretty flowers or a good book, to keep his mind off of Lucy. She knew that he would always think of her. There was nothing she could do to stop that. But, her voice seemed to be soothing Sweeney, as if coaxing his pain until it was unnoticeable and erased. But every word seemed to relate back to Lucy.
After a while, they made it back to the bake house. She helped Sweeney into the pie shop, where he'd asked to go. He sat down on the counter. "This is where Mrs. Lovett used to roll pies," he said, probably to himself. He didnt seem to remember that Hannah was there. She looked around the run-down shop. She wasn't going to let him stay here, not in his condition. She grabbed some of the gauze that the doctors had given her in a small bag, and walked over to Sweeney. She untied the small knot behind his neck. As she unraveled the gauze, Sweeney's eyes watched her. He watched as she carefully removed the gauze from his throat.
Hannah flinched. All of the gauze had been removed. She couldn't believe the horrible sight before her. Even when it was open, two nights before, it hadn't looked so gruesome. Quickly, she put the roll of gauze and a strand of it behind his neck. She pressed it to his skin, and led the small roll around and around, covering the horrible gash. Once covered, she ripped the cloth and tied another small knot.
"All clean." Hannah said, slightly horrified.
Sweeney smiled. He knew what was making her so uneasy. He knew it well. Mrs. Lovett had been the exact same way when he killed Pirelli. "I'll be fine." he said. Truth was, he didn't exactly know if he was lying or not. Hannah's expression didn't change. Sweeney took her shoulders from up on the counter. She looked up at him. He gazed down into her eyes and smiled. "I promise."

Liar! D:
Well, I'm exhausted. It's 3 in the morning, and I have school in the morning. =0