Love & death: Feel it all

Nurse Maeve

Bill's pov:

"Scarlett?" I croak when I wake up in a dark and empty room all alone. I thought she would be here. It must be night since I can't see anybody walking in the hallway constantly like usual.

"Argh..." I moan when the pain in my shoulder suddenly hits me. It's a lot less painful than when I first got shot, but it's overwhelming since I haven't felt anything for hours maybe days. I've never been asleep for so long.

The meds must have stopped working since I can feel it so much.

I look at my hit shoulder, making sure I didn't bleed through the bandage by sitting up in the bed. It looks fine. I mean... there's no blood flowing down my arm, but the whole arm is almost numb. If I try to move my fingers, it hurts all the way up as if I pulled on the wrong strings.

It almost feels like I'm not me anymore. At least not right now. All of my anger has been replaced with love somehow. Tom shot me... I should be furious at him. But I just want to hug him. And I've been dreaming about Scarlett and Caty for as long as I've been sleeping, and I want nothing more than to see their faces again.

"Scarlett..." I croak again, but there's still no response. I feel like a little child calling for his mother in the middle of the night. I feel so helpless.

A nurse walks by the window and looks inside. When she sees me awake and sitting up, she looks shocked and runs inside the room to me.

"Lay down again. You need to rest." She says, gently pushing me back down but I protest.

"No... I need to see... Scarlett." I say, my voice being so different from what I usually sound like that I wonder if I'm even in my own body still.

"She's not here. You have to sleep, the healing is almost done. If you just sleep the rest of the night you might be able to walk again tomorrow." She says with a nervous smile. Why does she seem so nervous?

"Why are you so nervous?" I croak, trying to meet her gaze. She's avoiding my eyes.

"I'm not." She says, her voice becomming more defensive than before.

"You are... why? Tell me." I say, feeling more like myself again. The commanding Bill feels more like me. I feel more powerful now. I feel determained. Something about this woman makes me feel like me again. I feel like I'm scaring her. That's me. I've always scared people and that's what I'll always do.
Now, I need to find Scarlett. I just have to see her face.

"I can't. I have to go." She says and starts walking towards the door. Before she gets more than two steps, I grab her arm tightly and hold her in place. She turns her face around, her bright brown hair whipping over her shoulder. Her gaze is more scared than before. What is it she is thinking about? What has she seen or what does she know?

"Tell me your name." I say with the most assertive voice I can come up with. I still sound weak but it's improving.

"M...Maeve." She almost whispers. It's almost as if I can hear her brain screaming at herself to run away and not talk to me, but I have bewitched her... like so many other women before her.

"Why are you scared of me Maeve?" I say, anger filling my voice now. The thoughts are runninv through my mind. Everything she could be and couldn't be. She could know something about Cat. Or she could be nobody. But I have to find out.

"I... I'm not allowed to talk to you." She squeaks, sounding like she has a whistle stuck in her throat. She's starting to panick. This is when I can break her. Overwhelm her with questions and she'll loose her sense of what she's supposed to say and not say.

"Do you know anything about my daughter? Have you done something to Scarlett? Who do you work for? What's your plan? Who told you not to talk to me? What's..." I say. I don't get to finish my sentence because she interrupts me. Her voice is high pitched and a tear rolls down her cheek when she tells me.

"Lana won't let me see my son if I don't do what she says! She'll kill me if I tell you anythi..." she screams, and suddenly she realises what she's done. She's told me the name of the person she works for. It sounds like this Lana has taken her son for blackmailing her. It's a clever move. Oh shit. Blackmailing by kidnapping. Is that what the person who took Cat is up to?

"It's okay... what's your sons name? I'll protect him... you know I can." I tell her, looking deeply into her eyes. For a second, she looks like Britney. The way she looked at me right when she met me. Scared but deeply in love. Completely devoted to me, but terrified of what I might do to her.

"Henry." She whimpers. I smile and nod at her... right before I jam a sharp and precise scissor deeply into her lower stomach. Her eyes change completely just like Britney's did. I almsot feel as if her life force switches bodies and enters mine. Healing my gun shot wound. I throw my legs over the edge with no difficulty whatsoever.

The scissor was on the table when Maeve walked in. I knew after a few seconds that there was something up with her. While she tried to push me down on the bed, I grabbed the scissor and hid it behind my back like the professional that I am.

"I'll find him and get him a better family Maeve, I promise. For now... bye bye. Say hello to Britney for me." I say with a triumphant smile. I watch her as she falls to the ground in agony, bleeding out slowly. I have to make sure that she's dead though.
I stand up and place myself in a good position to stab again. This time I go for the heart. I jam it into her chest but I can feel that the scissor can't break through to her heart. I jam again... still no. I'll just let her bleed out then. I've caused enough damage.

Scarlett pov:

"Hey um... did you two ever arrive at the bar last night? I didn't see either of you. Or the girls." I ask Gustav while I'm cutting vegetables.

"We did... but you were too drunk to notice. Crystal was scared of you so we settled in the other end of the place." Gustav says not looking at me. I keep cutting vegeatbles, thinking about the next thing I'm gonna say. It feels strange being alone with Georg and Gustav. I sort of got used to Bill and Tom and everything bad they've done. They still seem evil sometimes. But Georg and Gustav seem like totally different people.

"Gustav... I don't know your story. I know how Tom and Bill got into this life... but how did you?" I ask Gustav. It might be a sensitive spot, but it's something I've wondered about for a while. It seems like Bill and Tom have no choice anymore. They never did. They were raised like this. But were Georg and Gustav too?

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