Lee - The Creepy Guy Outside Pt 21

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((WARNING: Mentions of disturbing topics, hallucinations? Bad dreams that involve murder of reader and cannibalism)

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"You're doing well sweetie." A nurse says as she sticks a large needle into your arm.

Your eyes are closed tight and you're trying to stop shaking.

You had the biggest fear of needles. But they needed to do this blood test to check your blood levels.

"All done love, you did great! Nothing to worry about." The nurse smiles as she takes the sharp object out of your arm.

You glance over at the needle, it was huge. No wonder it hurt so bad.

"Thank you." You mumble quietly.

It was bed time now.
Visiting hours were closed. You were alone and bored.

You felt sad to not have Lee by your side like you usually do in stressful situations.

The nurse switches off the light and walks out.

You try to get comfortable in the bed, closing your eyes and trying to fall asleep.

Your nurse had put you on some strong pain miller medication, so you didn't feel much of the pain. It felt ticklish and numb. And you hated that just as much.

Eventually, you drift off to sleep.

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"Y/N." A soft voice says.

You open your eyes to find Lee standing over you.

"Goodmorning Lee." You smile.

He leans over gently to hug you.

You glance over at the clock, It's 5 AM. Visiting hours aren't open yet.

"What are you doing here? Visiting hours start at 8." You yawn.

"I snuck in. I just wanted to see you." He says, still hugging you gently.

"How did you even get in?" You ask curiously.

He crawls under the covers with you.

"Lee."

He has a blank expression as he lays next to you, his eyes dark and empty.

"Lee. Why are you covered in blood? What did you do?" You shift away from him.

You notice he has a pocket knife in his hands.

"I can't help myself." He says.

"What do you mean? Whose blood is that? Lee?" You start to feel scared. Mostly for the fact you didn't want him to get caught as you knew if that was the case you would never see him again.

And something else wasn't right.

He was acting weird.

"I can't help myself, Y/N." He repeats.

"What are you doing?"

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