Not Like The Rest DrakenxfemOC

Promise

I wince, brushing my fingers over my temples to ease the pounding in my head, vertigo making my world spin. Swallowing; mouth sandpaper dry and stomach a pretzel shaped knot of nausea. The thin hospital slip clingy tightly to sweat covered skin, exposing my naked shape beneath.

Grazing my fingertips through sleek strands, releasing a slow breath of anxiety.

Closing my eyes in the rooms serene darkness; pin drop silence.

I need to get out of here.

Glancing around the lifeless room, my rhythmic heartbeat alighting a black screen within the eerie shadows.

Rays of ivory beam down from the sky, the moon shining between the clouds of fluff.

Retreating from the comfort of cleansed sheets, I rise to my feet a bag calling out to me from the seat steps away. With the floors freezing beneath my feet, I move clumsily across the icey vinyl floors like a first time skater. My posture slumped like the hunchback and pace matching a tortoise.

I reach out, gripping the arm rest with all my might. Placing all my weight against the seat, shutting my eyes against the hammering behind my eyes. I sigh shakily, searching through the bag of clothes. My clothes to be exact, Draken must've dropped them off.

A smile slips from my lips as my plan of escape unfolds like a map in my mind.

Pulling the blue gown from my damp skin, hissing at the strain of my stitches as I lift my arms above my head. The light dress falling to the ground silently, bending down despite the crying in my back to slide into my under garments and a pair of sweatpants. I struggle with the over sized shirt, my limbs aching with every movement after days of neglect.

Stuffing the hospital attire into the bag, I stumble towards the window once more. Glancing over the empty street, lamp posts alight helping me discover my location. My house isn't far from here, I could walk there with enough will power.

Returning to the bed I cover one of the pillows with the duvet.

I wrap my hand around the stalk of the heart monitor, using the device as a walking stick as I roll it towards the exit. Peering into the quiet hallway, lights dimmed and doors shut.

I tiptoe across the corridor, slowly pushing the handle down and entering the room.

An elderly woman lying peacefully on her deathbed, tubes entering and exiting her fragile frame like a test guinea pig. Her cheeks caving in with lack of nutrition and skin pale as a ghost. Her bony hands placed atop of one another over her stomach, rising and falling with each slow breath. Her chapped lips parted and cracked with thirst, her wrinkled scalp coated with goosebumps beneath her thin layer of grey.

Taking calculated steps towards her bed, my reflection aglow in the window with the hallway light pouring in from behind me. My under eyes dark with bags and hair glossed with oils. Searching through my pockets, I retrieve a lackey band. Mumbling in pain as I tie my hair up into a messy bun, slipping into some random slippers beside the old ladies bed. I nod at my complexion, although I look homeless I reckon I could pass as a distressed relative as I make my escape.

Turning my attention away from my mirrored image, I remove the heart monitor from my finger. Hovering carefully over the lady, afraid of tumbling over her in my current state as I clip the plastic over her finger. Watching my heart monitor kick into gear with her steady beat.

Sighing in relief, my shoulders relaxing as I pull away from the woman turning back towards the door.

Stumbling like a drunkard into the hallway, knuckles bone white around the door frame as I fight to get a grip. My vision blurry, skin hot and mind a jumbled mess.