Season.2
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My mother told me i'd die a horrible death.
but i outlived everyone else.
escaped a cruel death.
and as i save people from losing their own lives, it passes through my mind each time.
everyone told me that things would heal with time.
years wasn't enough?
i have nightmares, blood, screaming, the voices of my friends. it's a never ending cycle, i can't seem to forget what's happened even though i'm miles and miles away from it. my own reflection takes me back, the thick scar across my neck that will never fade. i stopped going to therapy after two year or so, let my blond hair grow back in. yet the scar across my neck never faded.
i didn't have time to make new friends, i was too busy working at the hospital. the free time i did have i spent calling Mike or visiting the sites. Paris was really beautiful, and the people were friendly enough. im happy, and i'm not at the same time.
i had a beautiful house, with a big garden and tons of windows. it almost felt too big at times. i make a decent living doing something i love. but i always felt like i was missing something.
Mike came to visit with his fiancé every now and then. by some miracle, Bev and Bens baby survived. Mike immediately jumped to adopting her after she was released from the hospital. she had beautiful red hair, and bens hazel eyes. i sent them money to make sure she had all she needed, and when they came to visit i spoiled her rotten. but every time she calls me uncle Eddie, i feel guilty.. knowing i took her dad away from her. i hope Ben and Beverly can forgive me.
"Dr. Kaspbrak?"
i look up from my desk and push my round glasses up my nose, "yes?"
"i've got a patient in room 9 for you, here's his paperwork."
she hands me a clipboard and walks away. i sigh and push my lunch aside as i head for the room. i was hoping that it would be slow enough for me to eat my lunch but i guess not.
i open the curtain as i read down the page of the patients information. swelling, fever, burns.. i pull on a pair of gloves and smile at my patient.
"what seems to be the problem Mr. Thomas?"
the air leaves my lungs and i stand frozen. chills run down my spine and i open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out.
"hey Dr.K."
i find myself stepping back as i look into his blue eyes, memories of blood and warm hands flooding my mind like a parasite. i want to call out for help, to run away but i'm so shocked i can't even form a clear thought.
"don't leave," he puts his hands up, "i'm not gonna hurt you."
i swallow my fear, "wh-what do you want?"
"just to talk."
