How far will the Universe take you to get a saving miracle?
Just hold on to the hope that the saving miracle is for us to be together.
Is there still hope?
Cause hoping in this broken world makes hurting worse.
I'm sorry, I guess this is goodbye.
Fu...
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Running fast, out of the room, I panic over what to do. The actual hell did I just witness? Since when has Rachel and Luke been a thing? A tightness surrounds my chest and I struggle to breathe. Why is this affecting me? It shouldn't. I need to tell someone. I need to get this out of me. Out of my mind, out of my life. It will be better than. I need to find Silas. He can help me calm down. I can tell him. He will understand, he can comfort me. Not paying attention to my surroundings, I find myself wandering down to the empty end of the hospital. The abandoned end. With old rooms that haven't yet been renovated, a place mostly left alone in case the war affects us. Only a room at a time being fixed. To where if you find yourself lost, an oddly placed metal door will be the last you ever see of the corridors. Of the world. You will only know the smell of your blood, dripping onto the floor, out of your becoming lifeless body.
And that metal door is where I find myself standing. The very place I was tortured until I passed out. Whipped, sliced and stabbed. I hate it. Turning around I walk away back down the passageway, desperate to get away from the room of horrors. But dread fills me when I round a corner.
"Thomas, my dear." Fitzmorris' voice echoes through the hall. "It's been a while."
"Doctor Fitzmorris, I didn't expect to see you here." I try and steady my breaths. Fuck, this can't be happening. Not now, not here, not in this mental state.
"Why not Thomas? I work here, don't I?. Is it because there is no one around right now? Sarcasm seemed to drip from him as I felt myself sinking into a pit.
"It's not that."
"What seems to be the problem?" He stares at me through his glasses. "You seem worried, hurried, nervous. Is there something you need to tell me?"
"No, there is nothing to worry about. I will just be on my way." I awkwardly try and avoid eye contact, to get out of this ever-worsening situation.
"Tut-tut tuh. Where is your respect, my boy?"
"Yes master, I'm sorry." Defeated, I bow my head and cave to his questioning.
"So why don't you tell me the truth?"
Silence fell among us as I stared at the ground refusing to speak. I need to speak otherwise he will punish me. He could kill me.
"It's just Rachel."
"Rachel, that fool of a girl. I always wondered how in hell she managed to become a nurse. What did she do?"
"Luke."
"Huh? What do you mean by Luke? I thought we were talking about Rachel?"
"We are. You asked me what she did and I responded."
"Luke? She did Luke...? Oh... OH."
"I was walking past his room and I heard a noise so I went and checked on him. There they were in bed. Together. In the middle of it. I stood there shocked for a bit till they stopped. As I was trying to leave, they saw me. I panicked and ran into you." Regret overwhelms me as the words cascade out of my mouth like a fountain.
