One Night at Freddy's

Too Many Visitors Lately

I woke with a start, setting off several beeps that luckily stopped before a doctor came by to annoy me. I was growing tired of staying in the hospital. They said I'd have to stay at least seven more days until my release because of my almost severe concussion and to make sure my body doesn't react oddly to the piece of metal in my neck.

The door to my room opened. A boy about my age entered. His black hair looked as if he just used his fingers to comb it. Large, rectangular glasses framed his big green eyes. He was tall, in fact, he is probably six inches taller than me. I not really short, only 5'6''. He looked pretty familiar. He held a blue binder and a white folder.

"Uh, hi?" I stared at him, "Who are you?"

The boy's face tinted pink. "Uh, right, I'm, uh, my name's Nolan."

I blinked at him. I could tell he was growing uncomfortable with me staring, so I looked away.

"Why are you here?" I asked. Nolan flinched. "Is something wrong? Are you okay? I mean, you just keep flinching and your face is red," I drew my eyebrows together, concerned.

"No! I-I'm not- I- it's not--" Nolan stopped himself and sighed a deep sigh, "Sorry, I'm, uh in your class and, um, was supposed to bring you your homework so you could do it when you're feeling up to it and if you wanted any, uh, help with it, I was supposed to help so I'm kind of like your tutor but if you don't want to finish your homework now I can just--"

"You can help me get caught up," I laughed at him.

"Okay," Nolan slowly approached me. He pulled a chair to the side of my bed and sat, awkwardly moving the binder and folder from one hand to the other. I held out my arms to take the obviously troubling items out of his hands. His face reddened far more than I thought it could.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I raised an eyebrow at Nolan.

"Y-yeah. Um, so, Katrina, you've got mostly math to catch up on, um, start?" I laughed at how much he kept stumbling over his words.

"Yeah. Start."

•*•*•

"So if each side of the equal sign has to have the same value, you'd have to divide 143 by three, which means x equals...?" Nolan trailed off for me to answer.

"Uh, 48?" I was pretty sure to round.

"Don't round," Nolan shook his head.

"Oh, then it'd be . . ." I put my fingers to my temples, "Forty-seven and six-tenths repeated?"

"Right," He smiled at me, "See, you're not that bad at math."

"No, trust me, I really do suck," I looked pointedly at him, "Can we stop now?"

Nolan looked like he kind of deflated and he started to stand from his chair, "Uh, yeah, I'll just get going then." I reached up and latched onto his wrist with my good hand, which meant I had to twist painfully in the bed. Nolan stopped and looked back at me. I felt heat spread from my cheeks to my neck and I looked away.

"You don't have to leave," I whispered. Nolan nodded and sat back down. I shifted back onto my back, thankfully getting out of the painful position. I stared at the ceiling and closed my eyes in bliss. There's something that makes silence so much more bearable when you have company.

"So what happened?" Nolan broke the silence.

"Hmmm?" I moved my eyes to him.

"How were you . . . hurt?" He leaned his elbows on his knees and help up his chin with his hands.

"Oh! Um," I paused. I couldn't exactly tell him what had actually happened, because he'd probably think I was crazy. "I fell," the horrible lie toppled out of my mouth.

"That was quite the fall," Nolan said, laughing, "Really, though what happened?"

"I," I paused and looked to the ceiling again, "You would think I'm crazy."

"Nah, I don't think I would."

"Yeah, you don't think."

"Please?" Nolan clasped his hands together, his fingers laced, and shook them at me to say I'm begging you.

"I was at this pizza place and--"

"What pizza place?" Nolan interrupted me.

"Freddy Fazbear's, nosy," I scowled at him, but he just stared at me. "What?"

"Why would you go there?" His eyes were as wide as saucers.

"B-because I left something there from spending a night shift there with the night guard."

"You spent a night there!?!?"

"Do you know something about that place?" I was concerned at his sudden outburst.

"Well, duh pretty much everyone knows that the animatronics there are not child-friendly."

"E-everyone?" I stuttered.

"You . . . you didn't know?"

I shook my head.

"We're you . . . stuffed . . . into a--" Nolan stopped himself.

"More than halfway in," I whispered.

"Oh my . . . I'm so sorry," Nolan leaned back and looked at me with this pitying look. I cringed.

"You don't have to look at me like that," I huffed.

"I'm so, so sorry," He ignored me.

I looked at him with more hate than I had for Alice. "If you're going to sit there, looking at me like I'm some kicked puppy, you can leave."

Nolan scrambled out of his chair, snatched up the binder and the folder that sat on my lap, and scurried from the room. It seemed like he wasn't just leaving the room, he was fleeing from me.

I sighed and decided to take a nap, as sleep has seemed to be the only thing that doesn't run from me.

•*•*•

I awoke to the sound of the door opening again. The gauze around my neck, arms, and legs was tighter, which proved a doctor or nurse had come in while I slept. I looked to the door, expecting another doctor, but a familiar man stepped into the room. I've gotten too many visitors lately. I tried thinking of his name, but I remembered he never told me it. He did say, though, that he liked purple.

"Hello, Katrina," the man who liked purple said, "How are you feeling?"