A Bad Feeling [~REDDIE & STENBROUGH~]

Chapter Fourteen

A/N: HAPPY GAY MONTH !! As a gay man I feel very gay

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Richie's POV

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"What the hell!"
I yell out, the bed I was on felt stiff and the lights were dim. 

As I had just woken up, my eyes felt heavy, but my heart was racing.

Where am I?
Oh, right. The hospital.

Where are the others?

I quickly got up, feeling how cold the floor really was. The air was stale and chilling, it felt like a dream.

Maybe I'm just extremely drowzy.
I pinch myself on the arm, and wince at the pain.

No, no. I'm alive.
Unfortunetely, I am not dreaming this time.

"Hello?"
I call out, no response.

Stumbling to the door, I open it, hearing the small creak coming from it, and nothing else.

There were no people outside of the room, no doctors, no nurses, no people.
No one.

Taking a few steps into the silent, dark hallway, I call out again.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"
I looked around as I felt a sharp pain in my left arm. 
Looking down I could tell, the burn was getting worse.

"Ouch, fuck!"
I yelped out, keeping my arm close to my body.

"Richie"

"Hello?"
My arm is now the least of my concerns. Someone else is here.

"Richie, come here."

"What? Where? Hello?"
At first, I couldn't tell who was speaking. 

Until.

A tall man with a white mask and a black hoodie appeared from around the corner, his eyes smiling at me.

I curse under my breath, taking a step back in horror as he took a step forward.

"What? You look a little scared there, Richie."

I close my eyes, keeping them shut, so much that it hurt.

This isn't real, this isn't real. 
It can't be.

"Richie? You ok?"
Eddie, it was Eddie.

I open my eyes to be greated by everyone, they were watching me as I felt tears enter my eyes.
I wiped them away.

"I'm fine, what happened?"
What the hell.

Did I just hallucinate?
No, no he.. He's getting in my head, I'm getting paranioa or something.

Theres no other explination.

"You just stumbled out of your room- You look pale as fuck, I'll go get a nurse."
Eddie said, walking away as the others had concern all over their faces.

"I'm fine."
I say again, only less convincing this time.

Looking to my right, I could see a long hallway, the lights were on, so bright it hurt my eyes. There were also lots, and I mean, lots, of people.

I turned my head and looked to the left, Stan.

He was with a couple of police officers, and they were talking to the front desk.

He was still in the black hoodie from before, except he had a small burn on the bottom of his face.

Did I cause that?