And then I met you:a generation loss story

Chapter five:hospital

tw:blood and cutting into a person

  "Mhm." His voice is soft, but there's still that sense of calm to it. The determination is there, as well. As his eyes look over the room, he's trying to spot anything suspicious. Anything that could possibly help them, anything that they could use even. He's trying to focus, but it's kinda hard. He keeps a grip on my hand. "Mhm." *His tone is different now. "Just..just stay calm, yeah? We'll figure this out."  

"Definitely yeah.... Definitely" I look around and then I look down at the hospital bed "It's a person... a very dead person...."

His eyes snap to the.... it. And the color drains from their face. But he doesn't move."God." His voice is soft, and there's so much emotion behind the words. Disgust, sadness, even more fear and worry, and yet somehow, calmness."I, um.." He looks away from the hospital bed, and the body, and over at me, he just grabs my hand tighter again. Because there's something about me that makes him feel so much better, even in this moment.

"Let's just hope we don't have to do anything with that..." I turn my head over to the tv as I do it turns on and the guy from before is on again

"You've made it past my first puzzle but can you try to figure out what to do here? It could have to do with the person in that hospital bed."The tv turns off I just look up at him once the tv turns off "nope nope nope.." I breath trying my best to not think about the dead body that is in the same room as us and I'm just hoping we don't have to do a single thing with it

"What are we going to do..?" His eyes are wide, and they are starting to freak out at just the possibility of having to do anything with the body. He doesn't even want to face it. "W-We can't do anything to the body..right?" they are trying his best to just not even look over there now, at all.

"We may have to" the tv turns back on and as it does and I hear that stupid voice I just wanna die I don't wanna be here I mean I wanna live I wanna be with Ranboo but I don't wanna be stuck here I squeeze Ranboo's hand tighter.

"it is something to do with the body. If you don't get past this you will never escape and you will be stuck here forever"he then laughs and the tv turns off again.

I breathe as I hear those words. We have to do something and it might as well be me. I then look at the body "I will do it.... I mean I'm not fully human so I mean it doesn't really phase me and I mean we have to get out somehow right?"

His eyes are really worried looking at the body, but they nod. His voice is quiet, but I can still see that determination in their eyes, and there's somehow calmness in his voice."Yeah. We have to get out somehow." There's something sad, and desperate in their words. "And if that's the only way, we'll have to do it. Or else...then we're just..we're just doomed." His tone is sad, but there's still that slight tinge of hope.

I walk over to the table and I grab a knife "if it gets to be too much just tighten your grip on my hand okay" I then put it to the skin and slice the person open as I do I cringe a little bit

The color is drained from their face, but he's staying quiet, and their eyes are wide. He starts feeling a little bit sick to his stomach, and there's that grip again. His hand tightens around mine, again, and he closes his eyes, trying to ignore what they see. His grip is shaking a little, as I can feel him shaking as well. His eyes are closed tight, and his head feels a little bit dizzy. But he's holding on to me. "Y-Yeah." A quiet sigh. "Yeah.."

"This is gonna be so gross..." I breathe and then I put my hand inside of the feeling around for a key "mmmmm..." I then feel it and I quickly grab it out I then drop the knife on the ground and I walk over to the door with you I then place the key in your free hand and then I hide my other hand behind my back so you don't see the blood and stuff "you can open your eyes now... the key may be a tidbit.... um bloody but it's just better than my other hand..." I sound like I'm about to throw up but I'm trying my best not to

He opens their eyes, and he's just his eyes are wide, and they have got his hand over their mouth, and his jaw is dropped open slightly. He has to look away, then. "Oh god." they sound sick, as well. "Oh m-my god." His voice is soft and quiet, as he steps away from the body as I bring him closer over by the door or I try my best to because they are just stunned they are just like a statue. He's trying not to be sick, and he's trying not to and as horrible and sickening as this is, he's trying to focus on moving on, and getting past this.

I slowly try to get out of his hand but he's holding mine tightly. "Ran it's better if you just put the key in I rather not be in this room anymore then i have to..." I look at the door waiting for him to actually put the key in so then we can move on and be free to get out.

"Yeah. Yeah." He looks at the key, his hand shaking. But then, he nods. He walks over to the door and puts the key in the lock. He's trying to stay calm, but he can't."Yeah, y-yeah, alright." It takes a second for them to put the key in, but when he does, it swings open. He looks behind him at the body, as if to look back and check, but instead he looks up at me and smiles slightly."Thank you. Thank you.." And then there's hope in his eyes.