"𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦.." 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒

Day 8

Being at the hospital wasn't bad they had put something on my ear to stop the bleeding and then questioned how did that even happen I held my hands together and acted like it wasn't anything too serious but I only did that because I didn't want to think of that night, I fear every second of that night knowing I was the one who caused that fire and if I were to say too much I fear going to jail for murder and damage of property.

Even though I had completely dodged their questions they soon understood why I was doing that and apologized for asking too many questions and told me I'd be out in a week which was perfectly fine but I kinda didn't want to leave at all, considering the fact I have no one to go home to and overall I'd just be drowning myself in self guilt the whole time but I had to find a way to get myself back and have motivation to do something! Otherwise I'm gonna be a living broke joke.

Once they were done I laid back in bed because my stab wound was the worst wound I had so I really had to take it easy. The doctors left the room and I proceeded to lay there looking around and trying to keep myself from having a breakdown because those last few nights are unforgettable, it didn't matter how hard I tried I just couldn't but what made it worse is that Manon wasn't here to hold and comfort me anymore.

"Manon..? Sorry for calling you my love I'm aware you're probably trying to rest or just explore heaven! I just kinda wish you'd talk or just move something so I would know you're still here. That'd be super nice..."

I looked up at the ceiling and listened to everything around me. My heart, the creek of my bed and body, the TV playing the news about Vincent being in the hospital.

"Wait.. what.?"

My eyes immediately went on the TV and I looked at it with horror written on my face as they showed his body slowly breathing in air and restless eyes while a cat lays by his side guarding him at all times.

"When did he... how did he..?!"

I felt my eyes water and my chest started hurting he looked around slowly as he sighed at the camera and looked at the camera looking upset and now I had a clear shot of his neck wrapped up and some parts of the wrapping was messy but they tried covering his neck with his cover.

I turned the TV off and was frozen in place tears rushing, heart racing and breathing sharp as ever! A nurse came in and they were about to give me food but they saw me having a panic attack and rushed over to me trying to reassure me that everything would be okay, then they tried asking what the problem was and I was too scared to speak so my panic attack got worse while trying to think of a response so that I could answer him.

Instead they got this out of me...

"He.. Vincent... building.. burning.... Flames...! Alive.?!"

I sounded crazy but the man insisted on helping me.

Minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days and soon a full week passed by and Rody was back on his feet again but even though he was able to walk and be free it didn't feel the same anymore.

What... why am I out now?! I could just go home and possibly rest the day away! I mean no then I'd be bed rotting all my life and I don't even like the sound of that idea but... if he's still alive then what other choices do I have?!

Well I do have lots of money saved I could just move but where? I stood there outside of the hospital staring off into space wondering what am I going to do with my life now that I almost completely just ruined it in so many ways.