After a failed suicide attempt and memory loss, Andrew's in the psychiatry ward and is being looked after by a cute nurse always on the move! Maybe almost dying isn't so bad if he gets to see such an angel... well, more like a fallen angel, he's com...
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"Andy."
"Hey Andy, wake up..."
"Andrew."
"Andrew, wake up!"
Andrew shot awake, before letting out a hiss, clutching his head as it pounded terribly. He cradled his head, before turning his attention to his bedside, where Ashley stood.
"What are you doing here?" Andrew questioned, still holding his head. "You manage to worm your way in here that quickly after getting banned?"
"Hospital security sucks." She hummed. "That, or they just hire any idiot off the street."
"Maybe you can get a job here." Andrew commented sarcastically, earning a half-hearted glare from his sister. "But you still didn't answer my question. Why are you here?"
"Well, how are you healing? Are we ready to get out of here?" Ashley questioned, sitting down on his bedside, the uneven distribution of weight on his bed causing his injured legs to shift, making him wince.
"I don't know..." he hissed between his teeth as pain shot through his legs and head. "I think it'd be best for me to stay here until I can walk again. We have no where to go when I heal up, and the nurse said I'd have to be bedridden for a few weeks to make sure my legs heal and get strong again." He spoke. "I bet there's probably going to have to be physical therapy too for my legs, so I can walk and crap."
"Ugh... healing broken bones takes too long. I feel like a kid watching their grandpa die." She groaned, physically deflating.
"What's the rush?" Andrew questioned. "We're out of our old city, and it's not like anyone's following us anymore."
Ashley had a look on her face, a flash of hesitancy appeared on her face, gaining Andrew's immediate interest. "I just... I had a dream last night, from the demon, and..." she paused, looking away as she thought what to say.
"And...? And what?" Andrew questioned, prompting for her to go on.
"Ah, never mind." She huffed, a little frustrated. "It's not something you can help with, being bedridden and all."
"Are you sure?" Andrew questioned, seeming concerned. "You can tell me—"
"Don't worry about it, Andy!" Ashley smiled, plastering on a fake smile. "It's nothing too big. So, how are the nurses and doctors treating you?"
"Good..." Andrew muttered.
He was concerned about Ashley's strange behavior, but he knew that if she didn't want to talk, she sure as hell won't.
"They're all fine... Some of the nurses and doctors here are pretty weird, but the one nurse that takes care of me seems pretty nice." Andrew explained. "but, she works in the pediatric branch so I don't see her much." Andrew quickly added, hoping that his lack of time and attention to the nurse would save him from another argument between the siblings.
