take shelter ✮°。( nick clark ) ☑

[3] another lost patient.

3; another lost patient. 
"You lost him!"

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    Sweat beads rolls down Octavia's forehead towards her neck. Her head twitching from side to side, her eyes scrunching up with a small whimper. She rested on one of the beds in the sleeping rooms of the hospital for staff only, her body covered with a single blanket that was strewn over her carelessly as if someone walked in on her sleeping and did it for her like she was a child. Twisting and turning in her sleep, you would think her restless, but that wasn't the case. She was having anther nightmare. 

Flashes of different people, those around her had turned into what she had witnessed Felicia become and finding them with blood dripping from their lips. Dead bodies were everywhere, eaten in by the very ones that had surrounded her. Felicia reached out to her with jaws opening -

"NO!" 

Octavia shot up in her bed, slamming her head against the wooden edge of the top bunkbed, a pained groan escaping her lips as she reached up to her sore forehead. Her eyes peeled open to find her in the empty bed chambers and her charts in a pile high on the table. She slips her hand down her face slapping it onto her lap. Mind flashing to her nightmare, she exhaled a shaky breath. 

The blanket was thrown to the ground once she stood up and walked over to the table where her charts were, and opened the first one. It was already filled out and ready to turn in for the patient to be released. Though, she had thought against that idea. 

A knock on the door drew her eyes up to it creaking open with Brenda sliding inside. 

"You good in here?"

Nodding, Octavia wiped the sleep out of her eyes before picking up her charts in her arms. "Good. I just need to go talk to Winston before I turn these in."

"Winston got me taking over the West Wing, he thinks you'd do better on the other side." Brenda informed her, stepping more inside the room. "It's nothing against taking care of real patients, but he just doesn't want another mishap."

She nodded, understanding, though she stared up at Brenda. "I'm going to be able to check on Nick Clark though right? Or is that under your surveillance now?"

"Mine." Brenda nodded, though sighed as she leant against the door. "So, did you find out anything?" Her eyes flickering to the computer that was in the corner of the room.

The past few hours before Octavia had fallen asleep, she was looking for blog posts, articles, news broadcast for any reason behind what could be happening. The spark of interest was at its peak after hearing Nick's story, and she had found a few news reports and blogs about stuff. Some even coming from 5 different states with symptoms that couldn't be confirmed to be an illness, disease, a virus, microbe, or anything else. It couldn't be a coincidence. 

She saw the look in Brenda's eyes, the older girl seeming to be more concerned about what science says than anything, Octavia shrugs opting with a lie. "Nope. I guess it was just paranoia."

Brenda stared at her a second more causing Octavia to fidget, before the asian girl gave in. "If you say so. Also, you just missed Ms. Clark. She wanted me to tell you that she is heading off to school, and to call her if anything happens with Nick. Oh! And you also have to talk with the shrink about the guy, supposedly Winston didn't have that covered as much as I thought."

Octavia took in what she said with stride, and smiled. Though inside she was rolling her eyes at Winston for not doing what she thought he had done the day before.