Wretched || H. Lecter

} CHAPTER EIGHT {

} CHAPTER EIGHT {

Beverly and Dr Lecter had left a little under an hour ago leaving me alone in my hospital room with the promise that they would return shortly. They still had to deal with the aftermath of the Hobbs case and all of the paperwork regarding Abigail.

While confined to that bed my mind went to Will. Yes, Garrett Hobbs was a serial killer who killed and ate his victims but taking his life, nonetheless, that couldn't have been easy. Killing someone can destroy your mind if you are not equipped to handle it, I witnessed that better than anyone.

The sound of the doors opening once more caught my attention, drawing my gaze to a pretty, young, Hispanic woman in navy blue scrubs. She looked only a few years older than me with olive skin and curly brown hair.

"Hello, Rachel. I'm just here to take your vitals." She said with a wide smile, taking the stethoscope from around her neck. I nodded in acknowledgement and she placed the cool metal against my chest and jotted the results down onto a clipboard I only just realised she was holding.

She then raised a silver torch and flashed it between my eyes, asking me to look in different directions as she did so. After completing all my checkups, she looked down at me kindly.

"It doesn't look like you sustained a concussion from your fall, however, I suggest you stay overnight for observation." She advised with a friendly atmosphere, and I grew shy from how stunning this woman was.

Jealousy is an ugly emotion no matter how you dress it.

She seemed to sense my reluctance to strike up a conversation and respected that I just didn't want to talk, taking her leave with all of the medical equipment she brought along with her.

"Wait," I called out to her, making her stop and turn back towards me, halfway out of the room already. "There is a girl, down the hall. Her name is Abigail Hobbs. Could I go see her?" I asked nervously, chewing on the inside of my cheek as I fiddled with my fingers that lay restlessly in my lap.

"I'm afraid not, she is under surveillance and isn't taking any visitors. Besides, you need to rest." She denied it in her sweet voice but despite her gentle tone, a bubble of anger festered under my skin. Taking my silence as a response she swiftly left, leaving me to desperately bite down my unwanted emotions.

I wanted to see her and the nurse's words would do little to stop me.

For the next couple of hours, I spent my time asleep, even though I had passed out, the looming tiredness behind my eyes grew dramatically.

Once my eyes snapped open, I found myself to be alone once more. My room held a certain looming silence, like a dark cloud haunting the sky as a storm rolled in. It was growing dark outside my window and all I could hear was the loud beeping of a machine next to me, echoing the sound of my heart palpitations.

I knew if I wanted to go see her, I had to act quickly as the clock on the wall told me it was nearing dinner time and that's when the nurse would most likely be back. So, I reached over to where I was connected to a drip and quickly pulled the needle from my arm before climbing out of bed.

My legs shook as I stumbled towards the door, not completely adjusted to using them quite yet. My hospital gown allowed a cold breeze to envelop my body so along the way I snagged a jacket Beverly had laid out for me earlier today and walked out.

The hallways weren't that busy, only the occasional member of staff who had me ducking into the nearest room to avoid being sent back to that hospital bed and before long, her room was in sight.

I swiftly made my way over to the door, anxiety swirling through my fingertips as I looked through the slim glass window and into the room behind it.

A similar hospital bed sat opposite the door, parallel to a full wall of windows and complicated-looking machinery circled the room.