Inhaling shakily, Durk presses an unsteady hand to the wall, squeezing his eyes shut when his palm slips around. Fuck. There's blood everywhere. It's all over him.
Fighting the urge to gag, he forces his eyes open and freezes when someone steps aro...
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The world is bigger than us, my darling.
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Then, like a kick in the ass, dozens upon dozens of people start to stumble in, some are crying, others are screaming and suddenly they're overwhelmed with sick, frightened patients.
It's a nightmare situation.
One look at the ER and Durk knows for a fact that he's not getting out of here anytime soon. So he slips away to text Taurus not to wait up for him only to frown as he realizes that his phone was off.
Powering it on he pushes into the men's bathroom and thumbs in his passw—
Incoming Call: Bighead
For one startling moment all he can hear is pure chaos, it sounds like Taurus is in the middle of hell. There are people screaming and the teeth clenching sound of tires screeeeching on asphalt.
What the fuck? "T? What the fuck is all that noise? Nigga, where are you?"
"-ar...me?"
"Hear you? No, I can't hear you." Pacing, Durk rakes his freehand through his hair. Outside an alarm starts to go off.
The code blue alarm. Fuck. Fuck. There's too much going on. "Taurus? Fuckin' answer me."
Static crackles over the line and a sharp, "-ou have to...out of...otherfucker." comes across before his phone cuts out.
"T?"
No. This is not–"T?"
Pulling it away from his ear Durk slaps the back of the phone onto his palm and curses when the screen stays black. Why does this shit always happe–
Click.
Above his head the bathroom lights cut out and the multitude of alarms that were going off before go quiet.
He can still hear the muted panic that has picked up in the main room but there's this charged, heavy silence that's settling in, like storm clouds creeping over the horizon, it has his heart thudding loudly in his chest.
Deciding that he really doesn't want to stay huddled inside of the bathroom, Durk reaches a hand towards the direction of the door and almost has a heart attack when he hears it squeak open; muted footsteps dragging into the room.
A second passes, then two, and Durk parts his lips around a quiet exhale only to shout as a hand squeezes around his shoulder.
He swings out before he can't think about it, fist connecting just as the emergency lights cut on...to reveal that nigga from earlier laid out on the floor, blood gushing from his nose.
