Redemption - Konig x Reader

twenty two

It had to be a joke, i wanted it to be. I was frozen, unable to move even with how badly i was willing myself to run. You need to get out. With the combination of crashes and ever growing noise from down below me, it was like a sick coincidence getting that text.

I dragged my eyes from the screen, looking back up at the other patients down the hall. Their confusion hadn't changed, and it only managed to grow when a screeching alarm suddenly started going off. Fuck. The soda can slipped from my fingers, falling to the floor and splitting the lid open. Bright fizzing orange liquid began to spray across the floor. Again, fuck.

Stepping back from the mess, shaking my hands clean from the spare drops of soda that had hit me, i decided spilled soda was less important than what was or wasn't happening right now. The alarm was loud and made me want to cover my ears with ten layers.

I slowly stumbled down the hall, watching as the other patients either returned to their rooms or were running towards the elevators. I passed my own door, pausing to decide if i wanted to join the group that we're choosing to hide, but i knew it wasn't the smart idea. Get out König had said. That's what i needed to do.

I wandered down farther into the hall, passing many now vacant rooms. Just as i peered into one, noticing the pushed over table and scrambled bunches of papers on the floor, i felt a sudden rush of air besides me. My hair went flying behind my shoulder and i quickly turned to realize it was someone running. I felt my face scrunch in a confusion, and i felt my nervousness to grow even more. It felt liked a fucked up thriller movie, except now i was living it.

I walked down last a few more rooms when i saw another person running, this time a nurse. They ran right past me, turning their shoulder as to not bump into me. What was going on?

I reached the end of the hall, turning into the main lobby of my floor. There a large circular desk mainly for employees, but now it was empty m. Papers were thrown, there a chair turned to the wrong direction and there were people frantically moving in and out of the area. Shocked, i leaned onto the wall closest to me, observing the utter chaos unfolding. There were patients standing either idly or desperately trying to wave down a nurse, whom were rather busy trying to calm others or running through the halls. Something was terribly, terribly wrong.

I kept walking, weaving carefully through the mess of papers. There were stacks, some neat and some pushed over. It seemed to cover the entire walk ways. As i glanced down at them, i had happen to notice a lot were patient files. Why were they on the floor? I grabbed one, pulling up to face to read. Otto Heinrich. Abdominal trauma. Room 48. That was just a few doors from me. Dropping the paper back down, trying to ignore the pit of fear growing in me, i left the main lobby and headed towards the elevator down another hall. It was full, naturally, and even if i peered over the shoulders of the crowd infront it i could tell i wasn't getting in anytime soon. I passed them, instead searching for a stairwell. I eventually found it, noting the lack of occupancy.

I opened the doors, notably anxious as i walked into the stair well. It was quiet, and a little surreal compared to what i had just exited from. I was only on about the fourth floor of the hospital, but looking down over the railing it looked like a long enough fall to kill me. Twisting my head up i could see a couple more flights above me as well. It managed to give me chills.

I went to go down the floor step when i hesitated. My phone, which i still had clutched in my hands suddenly, came to mind. I looked at my screen, the message from König still very visible, and started to think. Maybe i should call him. I was already scared, but i think i was too much of in a nervous shock to fully feel it. König obviously knew what was going on, he managed to text me just before all hell broke lose. He knew what it was, and all he could tell me was to leave. I slightly hated him for it. It was so ominous it my skin crawl, but after all i was alone now. No nurses were here for me, they were too busy panicking from what i saw to care. I was alone for the time being, i had to fend for myself.

I shook my head, a physical reaction of me telling myself no. He had helped too much and i had already proven myself to be an utter basket case. I could do this on my own. I had to.

I took the step, and then a few more. My feet make echos on the stair tile, another detail that my skin rise with goosebumps. I hadn't have gotten a full floor down when i heard a door open from beneath me. It made me stop moving immediately, my breath hitching and my free hand went to grip the small railing beside me. Whoever had opened the door were loud, or perhaps it was just the noise from wherever they had opened it from, but it seemed to fill the entire stair well. It wasn't the usually hospital dreariness's, it was panicky and i could've swore i heard cries. It just made me even more frozen in place.

I peered over the stairs, looking down just quick enough to see who it was. It was two guys..no, three. They weren't hospital staff, they-

Oh.

Oh.

I went flying. I barely hesitated, fear kicking in first but then the pure adrenaline of my fight or flight came on in mere seconds afterwards. I was loud and they surely heard me, but i didn't care. There was no way they could've caught up with the two floor advantage i had on them, so i ran. I went up the steps as fast as my body would let me, pushing open the doors back onto my home floor. My eyes scanned frantically around me, searching for any other possible escape route when they landed on elevator. Bingo. Without much thought i went fly once again to it, stepping inside and moving swiftly to the control panel and pressing the shut doors button until they did indeed shut, ignoring anyone i could see trying to flag me down to let them in.

I stepped back, finally feeling calmer than before and letting my hands find the metal rail on the elevator walls, resting on them lightly before i eventually slid to the floor.

I laid on the hard tile, my legs half bent under me as i began to think.

I knew who they were.

I knew.

Al-Qatala.