Kilgrave's Desire

Circumstances

An ambulance rushes Oliver to the hospital. I sit on a bench as the Emergency Medics work on keeping Oliver stable. As I watch my friend being hooked up to wires and medications I am staring at my phone. Kilgrave got my friend injured and nearly killed. It is his fault, not mine. I am not the deranged mental patient who thinks that he has found the girl of his dreams. Thing is after this moment the feelings are not mutual. I have a text from Kilgrave and I do not know what to do. All that the text says is "come home, he is fine." Is he serious?

We rush into the hospital that is buzzing with doctors and nurses who are asking about Oliver as he is being rushed into the emergency wing. I run behind them as they frantically talk about how he is doing, what happened and how stable he is. I struggle to listen to them as they talk rapidly. I nearly run into a nurse who turns around and stops me just infront of the emergency care doors.

"Sorry hun, you need to wait out here," she states firmly. she is clearly overworked and running on no sleep.

"But, Oliver...is he...will he be okay?" I ask tears welling into my eyes.

"Oliver will be alright we got him here just in time....just wait in the waiting room over there and I'll be out to get you when he is stable and able to have visitors."

I watch helpless as she disappeared through the doors, leaving me to sit alone in the deserted waiting room facing a crappy television with a shitty reception. I plop myself in the chair that is in the corner of the waiting room and put my head between my knees and wait.

My phone buzzed non-stop as I sit there waiting for what felt like days. I decided to not bother looking at my phone since I wanted to make sure he was ok. After the nintieth time my phone buzzed I decided to look and see how many times Kilgrave must have called me. I click the home button and see several text messages along with fifty missed calls and voicemails. I place my finger on the voicemail box and prepare to swipe to the side so that I can here what annoying messages he has left me. As I start to move my finger I start to think about how Oliver ended up getting hurt to begin with. The bastard called him and talked to him. I have no idea what messages he left on my phone but my gut instinct tells me that he left me a few messages ordering me around.

I pull my finger from the voicemail icon and move to the text messages. The messages range from sweet to sadistic.

I miss you.

Where are you?

Are you fucking that bloke?

You better not be in bed with him....

I'm sorry I had to show you that side of me.

He deserved to die....you're lucky he didn't.
Next time I won't be so kind to him.

Come home now!!!

Come home by seven or else I'll order him to kill himself.

He can't be serious....I glance at the clock and see that it is already five o'clock. Even if I left now I wouldn't make it back in time, so what is the point. As I read the messages over and over I do not sense that fog or darkness creeping up on me. He can't control me with a simple message...I have to hear his voice. I place my phone back in my bag when the nurse returned with an obscenely pleasant smile on her face.

"He is awake and doing well," she smiled cheerfully.

I stand and smile as I ask "may I see him now?"

"If course, follow me," she agreed as she led the way. I glanced up at my surroundings and took one glance at the clock before following her to see Oliver.