Chapter 11 - Heavy Breathing

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Chapter 11 - Heavy Breathing

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Chapter 11 - Heavy Breathing

Chapter 11 - Heavy Breathing

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Bright blurrying lights. A dark looming shadow with emerald eyes. Cool metals. Those are the only three things that Draco caught sight of these days.

Not that he wanted to of course but rather it seemed like the only distraction that could occupy his mind than talking to himself like a crazy person.

The blurrying lights that always flickered on automatically every new day until night. Its electricity running and creating a low hum as it shined.  Sometimes it flickered and made Draco wonder if they had run out of funds. But then he comes back to reality when he see's the fine medical equipment glints in the light.

Ah, then there was the (stupid) shadow in that corner spot in his white room that lingered like an annoying mosquito he couldn't get rid of at any moment. It never truly left. At times it felt comforting to not be alone in such a room.

Yet its eyes that followed his movements made him feel mocked. Made him feel weak, stupid, and utterly useless.

Draco blinked and shut his eyes, 'Just leave already.' He wondered if he prayed long enough it would simply disappear.

The omega held in his bitter thoughts and pondered for a moment at the small flickering image of the syringe that lingered.

The cool syring that always attacked his (once) clear skin. He either peered at or physically felt. He couldn't bother responding to Granger as she inserted the syringe into his skin for the sixth time that week.

But during that sixth day he had come to one conclusion. This was that he absolutely lothed that dark looming shadow in the corner of the room. It gawked at him like no tomorrow, almost pleading him to respond or speak to him. His eyes sometimes blurrying away into pure darkness as it pouted at his ignored advances.

This irked him to no end. What could that thing possibly want? He had no riches, or strengths that could appeal to it. Hell, he barely even had the looks right now with his current situation.

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