Phantom Of The Labyrinth (the World Below)

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B continued to sit down for the next 20 minutes until a doctor came in and then brought him into a room. He sat down on a bed and the doctor took off the bandage to have a closer look at the cut. The doctor had a closer look at the cut and noticed how bad it was, their eyes widened before they went to grab some supplies to help treat the cut.
B sat there as he fiddled with his hands and waited for the doctor to come back. B looked down at himself and rolled up his sleeves. he stroked his fingers across the scars that lined his arms, he also noticed that he looked a lot more Skinner now.

he waited as he nervously tapped his foot. He had been waiting for what felt like hours to get their wound treated. The room was quiet except for the occasional beep of a monitor. B looked around at the sterile surroundings and couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. It was a nasty gash that he had received, and it needed medical attention.

Finally, a nurse entered the room. She smiled kindly at B and asked him to take off his shirt. B did as he was told and winced as the nurse cleaned the wound.

"Does it hurt?" the nurse asked, her eyes filled with concern.

B nodded.

"Okay, we'll get you something for the pain," she said before disappearing.

B was left alone once again, but this time they didn't feel as anxious. The nurse had been kind and understanding, and they knew they were in good hands. After a few minutes, the nurse returned with a small pill and a bandage. She handed B a cup of water and the medication and carefully wrapped the gauze around his wound.

As B sat there the nurse's eyes wandered over to the scars on B's arms. She looked at them before looking back at B's eyes. "Do you need any bandages for those?" she said.
B's eyes widened slightly. Shit. He thought to himself. He lifted his hands over the cuts and sighed.

"No thanks..." B looked down seeming ashamed.

"OK then... Do you need anything to eat or drink? You look malnourished." The nurse looked down at B again still with a look of concern on her face. B started to fiddle with his hands as he looked down at himself.
He looked skinny, his rib cage was very visible and his stomach was sunken. B was pretty skinny beforehand but due to him being in the backrooms for an extended period, with not having much food, it had affected him.

B nodded shortly after and the nurse walked off. B continued to look down at himself, he looked at the scars on his body, seeming ashamed, some were just there from the backrooms such as the one on his shoulder, some were from surgeries such as his top surgery scars and some were unfortunately self-inflicted...

B snapped back into reality as the nurse walked back in with a bowl of oatmeal. She handed it to B and left the room while waiting for B to finish it. B slipped his shirt back on quickly before looking down.

B looked down at the bowl seeming to just stare at it. B placed his hand on the spoon and fiddled with it. He seemed very hesitant to eat it. B slowly grabbed a spoonful and held it up to his mouth, he held it there for a couple of seconds but just ended up putting it back down. B looked down at the bowl and just stared at it for ages, not even taking a single bite.
Suddenly he heard the door slowly creak open, B looked down at the bowl seeming panicked. It would be a bit rude to just not eat it, Someone made this and gave it to me, god damnit B, why can't you just be normal? B thought before he hesitantly grabbed a spoonful and ate it.

It was the same nurse from earlier, she looked at B and noticed that the bowl had barely been eaten. She looked directly at B with concern wrapped over her face. "Are you okay? You've barely even eaten the oatmeal, do you not like it, sir?" She walked over to B putting her hand on B's shoulder.

"No, it's just... The medicines just making me feel slightly nauseous, yeah I'm just a little nauseous" B quickly said hoping the nurse didn't see through his lie.
"Okay then... If you ever throw up make sure to let us know sir." And with that, the nurse walked out of the room again.

B looked down at the bowl again. He decided to suck up his feelings and went to take another bite. He had barely even eaten any of the bowl but he just felt like he didn't want to eat it. B sighed before picking up the bowl and discarding its contents. B then walked back over to the bed and sat down, he rested the bowl on the table and sighed loudly.

After staying in the hospital for a little while he was discharged, B grabbed his things and walked out of the hospital.

B remembered something and reached into his pocket, in his hand was a pair of keys. He instantly recognized them, they were his apartment keys.

He then remembered the address James gave him. B reaches into his pockets and finds £10. The address seems a bit further away from where he roughly remembers living. This would be enough money to get a bus there.

B read over the address a couple of times before looking for a bus station. He soon found one and told the driver the address gave the driver the money and sat down at the back.

As the bus drove, B looked out the window, it was raining. The raindrops gently brushed down the window as the bus passed streets full of houses occasionally stopping to drop off or pick up passengers.

Eventually, it was at its last stop. B stepped out and looked for the right house.

He was looking for a specific number plate. He noticed it in the corner of his eye.

He was here.

He ran over to the door before knocking...