'All the talking turned to screaming
that I couldn't help.'
In which Grace Corbyn joins Lockwood and Co
after a mishap at her old agency, completely oblivious
to the lurking dangers that await in her near future.
Or
In which two damaged souls reali...
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CHAPTER FOUR; you are not alone, despite you thinking you are.
It felt like a thousand needles were pricking into her brain, her ears, her eyes. The smoke swirled in her lungs, bright flames scorched in her sight. A ringing in her ears so loud it could crack glass. Without the strength to stand, Grace rolls onto her front.
She blinked, trying to shake the haziness, rid herself of the blur. Even in this state, she could make out the physique of Lockwood as he was led to a DEPRAC van.
'Lockwood!' Grace shouted, or at least she thinks she did. With the ringing in her ears it was hard to tell, she could barely hear her own voice. Her vision barely clears as he turns his head over his shoulder to gaze at her momentarily.
Grace reaches out with a hand despite the knowledge she couldn't reach him. Not in this state. Not when DEPRAC was already loading him into a van like an object. Exhaustion was crawling under her skin, and sleep started shouting at her to succumb. In that split moment where the van door closed, and Lockwood left her sight, she allowed herself to yield.
Obnoxious beeping had seeped through real life into dreams, pulling Grace away from the depths of slumber. White light bounced off white walls and into sensitive eyes as they tore themselves open.
A hospital.
It wasn't hard to figure out where she was. Memories of the recent events weren't blurry for Grace, but her body was definitely sore. Clutching onto the white bed sheets, she pulls them back from her body. She had been changed into a blue hospital gown in her sleep, it made her feel more exposed than ever.
Grace's muscles ached as twisted to get out of the bed. Beside her was a plastic bag, she assumed it held her belongings. Her arm reached out to grab it, only to be interrupted by an entering nurse.
'Grace Corbyn? Ah, you're awake.'
'I believe so, yes,' Grace nods. She wanted nothing more than to get out of here, go back to 35 Portland Row. She needed to know the others are okay.
'Well, we tried to contact your mother but she didn't pick up.'
'Yeah, wouldn't expect her to. I wouldn't bother trying again.'
'We'll need to run a few more tests, and then we should be able to give you the greenlight to go home.' The nurse writes some notes down on her clipboard before exiting the room.
'Goodluck with that,' Grace whispers for only her to hear. She gazes down the hospital corridor briefly, making sure the nurse had gone. Turning abruptly on her feet, she snatches her belongings, ripping the wires from her body. The heart monitor flatlines.
Knowing she would have only moments before the doctors arrive, Grace sprints out the door and down the corridor. The blue hospital gown swishes as she increases speed at the sight of the exit.
