Unknown Territory [Creepypasta Reader-Insert]

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Scott, Three Days After Rescue [10:06]

| Until the Lion learns how to write, every story will glorify the Hunter. - African Proverbs |

Sterile rooms, scratchy sheets, sickly white walls and the occasional creaky opening and closing of the patient's door just next to his room, was what he'd wake up to for the past few days; though he could hardly differentiate day from night if it hadn't been for the nurses doing their rounds and him asking for the time.

As lucky as he was to have gotten out of there alive with the least amount of injuries sustained, he didn't exactly feel like he got the best deal out of all of them; if anything, he felt sick to his stomach that he was left as the last man standing.

But he wasn't exactly the last one.

A frown contorted on his still healing face, and he tried his best to not physically shake his head just to free himself from that self deprecating train of thought.

He still couldn't believe it.

The days felt like a blurred mesh after the paramedics hauled him out of that accursed room.

It wasn't until he found himself gaining consciousness in a hospital room in the Northern area of Saint Winmi did everything start to sink in.

Them driving to Tioseph Beach. Them having to stop over in the heart of Saint Winmi in order to avoid the possible landslides due to the sudden downpour. Them being ambushed. And then—

"Mr. Mirs, Mrs. [Last Name] is here to see you again."

Pulling himself out of his spiraling thoughts, Scott straightened up in his cot as best as he could and put the pudding down on his bedside table before he had the chance to crush it by accident.

Now wasn't the time for him to lose it.

Without warning, the nurse went ahead and opened the door for the older woman when she saw him put the cup down.

Normally, visitors weren't allowed, but it wasn't like the officials had given her strict orders to keep her out. As a mother herself, she was willing to allow this much if it meant helping her get answers to her missing daughter. Besides, the older woman refused to leave the hospital premises until she got to talk to Scott.

[Mother's Name] nodded her thanks to the nurse as she swiftly went inside and took the chair she sat at the day before by the younger male's cot.

"I'm really sorry about this....I understand that it hasn't been long since you've begun recovering but—"

He cut her off before she could begin to feel guilty for her persistence to talk to him. "It's really alright, ma'am....I...I understand." Internally, he told himself that he should be the one apologizing for not having been able to secure her daughter enough when he was right there, in the same godforsaken room.

A small smile graced the woman's lips, but the worry lines didn't let up. "...Thank you."

He nodded at that, too guilty to respond. "My parents are currently working with officials to get my official statement later in the afternoon." He provided, not knowing where to start.

Yesterday's conversation held little to no exchange seeing as all he could do was console her with the fact that he saw her daughter be taken alive, but after that, nothing.

He had no clue where the killer went, he had no clue where he would even go. The window he jumped out of led straight to the forests, and there were a multitude of places that they could be in since it's been days already.