Jack Dawkins One Shots

Thunderstorm

I had attempted to sleep for the last few hours but sleep was not on the cards for tonight.

Not if the darkness remained in the sky, if the clouds dwelled low, if the rain persisted to stream, if the thunder grumbled on and the strikes still struck the land with such brutality.

The other nurses were fast asleep, the storm was not a hindrance to them.

But it brought so many horrid memories for me.

I had clambered from my bed in the utter darkness past many others nevertheless sleeping, and went to the small window attempting to see an end to the storm but there was no such end in sight.

Solely darkness, solely fear, solely the harsh sounds and looming threat.

I pulled myself from the window and shut the curtain, I slowly sauntered across the frigid stone floor of the hospital, my nightie seemed to glide with me as I walked.

I took a candle from the side and held it in my hand as I walked through the muted hospital, the few who were here were asleep in their beds, the patients resting, and any staff still awake quiet in the darkness and the violence of the storm that had stolen our power.

I did my best not to pass anyone as I knew slowly walking through the dark haunting passages of the hospital with a nightgown candle in hand would make me appear otherworldly.

I reached the lobby and saw the rain pummeling the doors open of course if needed but the streets were empty the whole port sealed in their homes.

"Y/n..." Her voice lingered in my memories

But I kept walking I turned taking a few steps on the stairwell, all that lit the hospital was my small candle as I slowly moved

"Y/n sweetheart come out!" She called to me echoing on the raindrops and thunder rumbles, the sudden flashes from lightning enough to freeze my body, my candle quavering from my unstable grip.

I continued up the stairs for a moment I felt small, my candle taller, my footsteps tinier as if in the flickers of the lightning flashes I went from now to my body that night, But I kept walking reaching the second floor, I ran my hand across the bannister as I always did doing my best not to be fearful as the sounds only grew more vociferous and more frequent.

The storm was getting closer, more fierce.

I jumped as I heard the thunder crack through the sky like the earth itself was opening to swallow us up.

I began to run the rest of the way until I found myself at the dark wooden door.

For a moment I was utterly frozen unable to even consider what I was doing but my fear outweighed everything else.

And I tapped on the door three times.

"It's open." He called from within,

I forced the door open and slowly stepped inside seeing the little room for the young doctor, the windows shut up tight but the shadow of the rain fell across the room so much I could barely see him as he lay in his bed.

He moved a little to look at me better moving his sheets and looking down at me "Y/n?"

"Hello, Dr Dawkins."

"What are you doing here?"

"The storm... It uhhh..." I began having to sniffle my nose and wipe away a tear,

he didn't speak, he merely moved over a little and spread his sheets invitingly, and for the first time since the rain began, I smiled. I slowly went over and set my candle on his bedside table before I climbed in with him leaving my head on one side of his pillow, as he had the other our noses just touching, he pulled the covers over me so I could be nice and cosy,