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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You're hurting me. —
Durk doesn't know how much time has passed as he slumps into a chair in the break room. The ER doesn't have any interior windows and he's been awake long enough that the numbers on the clock sort of blur together when he tries to squint at them.
He didn't think it could get any worse than it was when he'd first showed up but fuck was he wrong.
Durk covers his face with trembling hands and sinks forward in his seat until his elbows dig into his knees. He's so tired he feels sick.
And he can't stop replaying the events of the last day over and over again.
All the screaming and the blood.
Someone lunged at him when he stepped into their cubicle, eyes unseeing and mouth oozing something sickly green.
The patient was shot right there in front of him, the soldier hauled Durk up and out of the room as a group of people in hazmat uniforms brushed by. The sound of that body hitting the ground keeps playing on a loop.
After that incident it just kept happening, he heard that they started setting up giant tents outside because too many people are showing up and the other hospitals are at full capacity.
Fuuucck.
Scrubbing at his face, Durk let's his eyes flutter closed for a moment. His feet tingling in relief. He feels like shit and he's not the only one.
On the floor, a couple other doctors are slumped, dead to the world.
"What's your name?" Durk asks suddenly, needing to keep himself awake.
He doesn't know how long he can stay hidden away in here before someone comes looking for him but he doesn't want to fall asleep. Not here, not surrounded by all of this...this.
"That ain't a good idea." The soldier says, rocking on his feet, his back to the wall.
"Why?"
"Because this-" he cuts himself off as the door opens and a nurse stumbles in, eyes red rimmed and swollen as he rubs at them.
He ignores everyone else completely as he makes his way to a free chair and slumps into it. Asleep before his head can drop forward.
Dragging his gaze back toward the man, Durk tiredly raises an eyebrow. "Because...? Man, we've essentially been holdin' hands for the last couple...I don't even know how long. What's your name?"
The soldier looks around at all the knocked out hospital staff and taps his finger along the side of his rifle. "...ight, but you can't tell nobody I told you. They said not to."
"They what? Why?"
"Well, actually they said not to get attached or somethin' like that. There's another company that's supposed to be coming in soon to relieve us so...yeah."
