Chapter Five: Hospital

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[There is a kind of beauty in imperfection]
-Conrad Hall

Calbee's POV

"What the fudge brownies is wrong with this girl," I muttered to myself, sighing heavily as I stared at the reckless girl laying weakly in the hospital bed.

Even when she was as damaged and bruised as she was now, she still looked beautiful. She had actually jumped out of a window to escape us; I felt like I was halfway there to being a murderer. Thank goodness she survived. Barely, but nonetheless.

"Asher, it's getting late," I sighed, leaning back in my chair.

"So?" he replied, uninterested in the hidden meaning behind my words.

"We have to go back and sleep, we still have school tomorrow."

"When did you care about your grades?" he backfired in an icy tone.

The icicles forming from his words seemed to cut through the silence like paper. Okay...?

I stood up and crossed my arms, "Since always. I may be fine with ditching class but I still have grades to keep up. I want to get into a good university with good results and believe it or not, that means attending school."

"Fine. Go."

I rolled my eyes, recognising him throwing a fit, "Please, enlighten me. Why are you not following?"

He stiffened and ignored me as I pulled on my leather jacket and waiting impatiently for his answer. My glare softened once I saw the defeated look in his eye as he looked at the hospitalised girl lying in the bed as if staring was going to bring her back unscathed. Nevertheless, the stench of chemicals and cleaning agents was starting to cause a headache, and my irritation stepped in front of my understanding side.

"Asher," I rested a hand on his shoulder, "It isn't your fault."

Annoyed, he shrugged my hand off his and stood up, leaving, "Let's go," he said like a robotic, not waiting for me before opening the door and exiting.

With one last glance at The Nobody, I looked down at my watch and headed out after Asher.

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Fallon's eyes prised themselves open as she sleepily rubbed them, letting out a groan as pain erupted... everywhere. The feeling ripped its way theough her limbs, making them feel like hundred tonne weights as she struggled to take a breath of fresh air.

"What the..." the confused murmur escaped her as she forced herself into a sitting position and took in the white bed she was lain on.

Stiff white mattress, wires and various needles poked into her pale skin, bright, eye-burning bar lights above her, machines and technical-looking equipment... This was an environment Fallon hadn't seen since she first stepped foot into this world. A hospital. What was she doing here? Looking down at the gown draped over her bruised body, Fallon narrowed her eyes and tried to recall what she did yesterday.

Oh.

With a gulp, Fallon remembered the rush of wind blowing past her hair and feeling as weightless as a feather before everything blacked out and unexplainable agony shot through her body. She had done it. She had actually jumped out a window - voluntarily. Where had those halcyon days run off to? They seemed so far in the past, Fallon couldn't even begin to comprehend when her life took a total 180 and her brain decided to launch her out a window.

If all that really did happen, Fallon wondered to herself, where on Earth were her two kidnappers? Suddenly, Fallon's thoughts were cut short like a plank of wood against a chainsaw as the flimsy door swung open, revealing a middle-aged woman in a white coat, small glasses perched on her nose as the professional-looking badge she was wearing glimmered in the white, overhead lighting. Fallon quickly bowed her head, swallowing.

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