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Sylvie's POV:

I rip the white bandage off from my forehead, "Syl, you're not suppos-" Carter begins, "never mind" he shuts himself up as I glare at him. "Yeah, that's what I thought" I respond humourlessly as I toss the bandage into the trash next to me.

Stupid fucking bandage.

"Bitch, shut the fuck up" he responds, facing me over his shoulder with threatening eyes. "Who you calling bitch? Bitch" I reflect his threatening eyes. He faces back in front of him and remains silent. That's what I thought, bitch. After a moment of silence, I fall back against the multiple pillows behind me and let out a groan.

"I'm bored, can we leave?" I beg, he turns back around, "no" he responds. "Yes" I reply, "Sylvie, no" he repeats, "Sylvie, yes" I smirk cheekily at him. "Don't be difficult" he practically begs, "then let me leave" I add. Just as he's about to spit out another harmless order, Dr Jeffrey enters the room. "Oh, thank god", Carter mumbles under his breath. I snap my head towards him, glaring at him until he grew uncomfortable and shifted in his position.

"Sylvie, stop ending up in here" Dr Jeffrey scolds, staring down at his clipboard, paying no attention to me as he paces towards the single bed. "I can't help it Dr, I just love the food here" I respond sarcastically. The food here tastes like shit, the street cats agree. The last time I was here, I tried force feeding the cats food and they ran away wailing. Dr Jeffrey lifts his head, rolling his eyes at my response. "You're going to make your health insurance company broke" he adds.

I have health insurance?

"Yeah, okay. Can I leave now?" I ask, hopeful eyes reflecting the bright white lights that stick to the ceiling, slowly driving me irrational, staring up at him. "You've been conscious for an hour, you need rest" he instructs. "I have rested" I respond, pausing for dramatic effect, " for over a week" I smile, I hear Carter chuckle quietly from the corner, earning a death glare from Dr Jeffrey before he lowers his eyes back to me. "You'll be out in a few days, enjoy the food", he turns around and leaves. His white lab coat flowing through the air behind him, like a princess.

"Can you help me escape?" I turn to Carter, begging, as soon as I hear the door shut closed. "No" he responds. I groan once again, "fine, I'll just do it myself."

***

So I didn't escape.

Instead, I was pinned down and force fed the shit-tasting food. I wish I was kidding.

As I'm laying in the bumpy, uncomfortable white bed, rethinking my entire life, I hear the door click open. Turning my head towards it, Katherine walks in, following gingerly behind her is... Cole? What the fuck. "Hey, how are you?" She smiles down at me, taking a seat at the foot of the bed and placing a hand on my leg. "Why the fuck does everybody ask me that? Like I just got out of coma?" I answer, more aggressively than I had originally planned. I cross my arms in front of my chest in a childlike matter, pouting in boredom. She looks slightly taken back before she begins to chuckle, "are you that bored?" She asks. I groan, staring up at the ceiling, "fuck yes, and the food tastes like shit" I repeat the same words I have been stating all day.

"I know, I know" she pats my leg. "What's Green Day doing here?" I nod towards Cole, referencing his dark hair and facial piercings, he rolls his eyes at me before stomping over to me. "Don't forget we're in a hospital, perfect place to die" he jokes, I think.

"We just got back from the mall" she adds, turning towards him. Wow, I log off for a week and everything changes. "That explains why he looks like he wants to die right now" I glance at Cole, who really does look like he wants to die. Or kill someone? Probably both.