The forgotten numbers II A Henry Creel fanfic

002

I heard someone calling my name, the voice was filled with distress. I felt a pounding in my head.

As I opened my eyes, the bright lights stung. I was in the infirmary, alone. What had happened to me? I shut my eyes again, the pounding in my head hadn't stopped. The door opened and the room was filled with two voices. Familiar voices. It was Brenner and Peter. 

     "What happened Dr. Brenner?"Peter sounded worried. I can promise you that he was faking it, to get sympathy points from Brenner. 

     "I don't know Peter, but she'll be fine."

And then silence. The door opened and closed, so I assumed that I was once again alone. But I was wrong. I heard steps and a stool being dragged. Then a hand was placed on my cheek and gently began stroking my face. 

     "I hope you are doing well, I was so scared." I was shocked, it was Peter.

     "I thought I was going to lose you," what was he talking about? Why did he seem genuinely worried?

     "Please get well soon, I miss seeing your eyes sparkle as you look at me." Douche, he was so full of themself, they don't sparkle when I look at him.

     "I'll see you soon," I felt a pair of lips grace my forehead. 

Had Peter Ballard just kissed me? On the forehead!?

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The next day everything was back to normal, Peter ignoring me. What if I had imagined the whole thing, but what does that say about me? Imagine that my co-worker kissed me on the forehead. But the thing is, I didn't resist. I could have said something, but I didn't. Maybe that was because deep down I didn't want him to stop. 

Dr. Brenner blamed my "episode" on stress, which was weird. I didn't experience stress anymore, just anxiety. I didn't want to think about it anymore, so I sat down in the staff room. Brenner had allowed me extra breaks, to help me recover. My head was spinning with questions. Mostly about Peter and if I had imagined the whole thing. 

I was disrupted in my ramble as the staff room doors opened, it was, yours truly, Peter. He scanned through the room as if he was looking for something. I pretended to ignore him but did a pretty shitty job at it. When our eyes met, I could see a slight smile forming on his lips.      

     "How are you feeling?" He walked over to me. I was not used to him talking to me.

      "Since when do you talk to me? Don't you hate me or something?" 

     "I could never hate you." He grinned. I felt how my cheeks were burning. 

     "Aww how cute, am I making you blush?" What is he doing with me?

     "No, why would you?" I replied with a cocky tone. 
He looked me up and down, I lowered my head, looking down at my lap. 

     "You suck at lying. You know that right?" He chuckled as he reached out his hand, placing it under my chin and lifting my head. I met his gaze, it was consuming me. 

And then it happened again. I started feeling weird. I think Peter must have noticed because his face was now riddled with worry. 

     "Fiona, are you okay?" I shook my head, feeling how my airways were closing up.

Everything went black for a second. Then I woke up, but not in the same room where I was from the beginning. I was in the rainbow room. I saw two kids sitting and playing chess. It was like I wasn't there. They were laughing. I walked closer and looked at their arms. 001 and 002. It was them. 001 was a boy, with blonde buzzed hair and blue eyes. While 002 was a girl with brown buzzed hair and green eyes. Wait. Was that me? And that boy, I would recognize those eyes anywhere. It was Peter. 

There was a distant scream and as I turned around, I saw myself in a mirror. Covered in blood. There was a frail body lying behind me, not breathing.  I looked down at my hands and that's when I saw it. On my right wrist, there was a tattoo.

002.