Nothing Else Matters

Chapter four

(waylon's pov)
WHO ARE YOU?

When the lid banged open, I finally could snap out of all the confusion going on inside my head after the hit, and I looked at the patient in horror. At least I thought he was a patient. I screamed, but then hit my mouth with my hand and covered it with the palm of it. My eyes were wide open from fear, my breathing was unusually fast as I watched him gasp for air, taking sharp deep breaths and looking around with confusion and shock. His face wasn't mutilated, he didn't look like a patient to me at all, but I still pushed him into the category. There is no other people than patients, doctors and security guards.. could he be a doctor? A police man? Someone from the outside world trying to escape too?

No, no. Waylon, this is bad. Stick only to yourself. You should get up right now and run the fuck out of here. But why can I not move?

I observed the guy again, it is all I could do right now, I don't think he noticed me yet. His hair was all over in his face, it was rather black now that it was wet, so I guess naturally he is a brunette. His eyes were brown, light brown rather, they were only very visible to me since there was blood and dirt on his face from the water. He has to be a patient, but sometimes I wonder: how do these variants get in places like this?

"This was fucking brutal." The variant laughed, I flinched a bit. He climbed, rather dragged himself out of the water.

When he was sitting down, I couldn't tell if he noticed me. But now I definitely could tell that— He is not a patient or a doctor or a guard.. His clothes are something I haven't seen here yet. Something similar to what Jeremy Blaire wore, but more casual and comfortable. He wore light blue jeans, black belt, white shirt that was almost red by now and a huge brown jacket with a lot of pockets. My face expression changed to curious and calmer, less tense. I was curious about him, but deep down I thought that it was only my desperation to find someone I can go through this hell with, because I no longer could do this alone. I was going crazy.

The man then took out a camcorder and my heart did a flip of hope. I was still too frozen to move, get up or anything, but observing this man and getting all curious here, made my breathing calm down, it made me not think about Eddie Gluskin or anything that happened to me here, it just made me think of something else. Something normal. Getting curious and interested about someone is normal right?

I forgot I looked like a variant, though. I was a patient after all. I've got the uniform and everything.

I looked at the brunettes face when he stood up, pointing his camera at me and then forming a frown. He looked very intimidating to me, I was almost getting scared again.

"Are you gonna hurt me or are you fine?" He said and looked around the place then up to the huge high hole that I fell down from.

"Sometimes I wonder how do you guys get to places like this." He murmured, almost laughing, looking at me throughout his camera. He said what I thought earlier, this is weird. It was offending me when he recorded me for too long. I need to say something. Take a deep breath, Waylon.

"Say 'I have an itch' huh?" He said to me in kind of funny voice as if he didn't just almost drown.

What the fuck? Who the fuck is this guy?

"What about you put the camera away from my face." I said, confidently. Fuck, where did this come from? I can't even walk, if I make him mad, I'm fucked.

But he just laughed it off and actually put the camera away. He acted as if he knew me. I Was indeed confused. I couldn't say if he actually did know me but I could say that he was definitely too confident and calm talking with me than I was with any other guy at this place. Even the ones who weren't a patients. So I just kept asking myself: