Midnight Fantasies

Chapter 4

Connor's POV

It has been two hours.

She's only came back twice.

All for some stupid medicine.

She wasn't allowing anyone into my room that wasn't her because she thought the person would let me go. She also wasn't allowing in my friends.

I huff and cross my arms, I look around the room then stand up. I reach across the stupid heart machine and turn it off. I walk towards the door and open it up I peek my head outside and look around, where is she?

Bingo.

A few doors down she's standing outside talking to a family I'm assuming about the patient. I move back into my room and close the door quietly so she doesn't hear from down the hall. I step to the side and hide just out of sight of the small window on the door. A few minutes later I hear her feet walking down the hallway. She stops at my door, and from where I was I could see her looking in my room. Advantage!

She opens the door and walks in, before I get the chance to react she speaks. "You know running will only make it worse. There is a security officer down the hall that will catch you. All I have to do is yell for him." I sigh and stand up, "why do I need this stupid medicine? It didn't work last time I had it. What makes anyone think it's going to be any different this time?" She smiles, "I know how you feel. I suffer from severe anxiety myself."

I really don't care what you suffer from bitch.

You're about to suffer at my hands if you don't let me out of this god damned room.

Be nice.

Be. Nice.

It takes about an hour for her to talk me into taking the medicine. I told her if anything started effecting my work I would stop taking it. She said she understood and let me leave with a note I needed to take to the pharmacy. I'm not doing it. And there's no way she can make me.

I walk out into the waiting room and see Damon sat there all alone, without saying anything I walk over to the seat beside him and throw myself onto the seat. Letting out a long groan, "I fucking hate hospitals." He looks over at me and raises an eyebrow, "what was that all about anyways? The bitch wouldn't tell us anything." I sigh and look up at him, "I have really bad anxiety. And she noticed that I don't take my medicine anymore or have had it refilled since I left my hometown, so she forced me to agree to something she takes herself. She said it's better than what I was given. I'm still not going to take it because I don't want to fuck myself up."

He nods, "yeah that makes sense. Are you going to try it though? Just to test it out?" I shrug, I honestly don't know, but that's not what I'm worried about right now. Elda!" I say and jump back up, Damon stands up with me and we walk towards her room.

As we come to her room I make sure to breath as we walk up to her door. Damon pushes it open and lets me walk in first. I gasp at the sight in front of me. Elda was hooked up to multiple machines. I slowly walk over to her unmoving body and grab her hand. "Have you heard anything about her?" I ask Damon, he nods and walks over beside me.

"She's just sleeping right now. She'll be out of it for a few days. The doctor said that it'll be at least a week until she's out of here. I don't know how she's going to handle not being able to do anything for an entire week. She can't even stand it when she has days off. She always wants to be at the club. Always wanting to work." I nod in agreement, "I kind of wonder if that's her way of coping with things. Just keeping herself busy."

I wouldn't be surprised if it was.

She's always been like that though.

Even when we were children.