Fransykes~ Locked in for life

Fransykes~ Twice a death

A/N

I just want to apologize because it's bad and short and that. But whatever, eat rainbow cookies and be happy :3

«We luckily managed to save Mr. Quinn's life. He has asked about you. So if you would come talk, he would appreciate that." I just hung up and ran out towards my car. Right now I didn't care if I had left Oliver alone in there. The police was too busy asking him questions and digging through his life. I knew he would snap at one point and get violent. But that was nothing that the police couldn't handle.

I rushed towards the hospital. It wasn't too much traffic and I came there quite fast. The woman at the reception gave me a room number and I hurried up there. When I got there I saw an elderly lady with a baby in her arms wait outside. I also so saw Vic's tired face. It was obvious that he had been crying. The little baby also resembled a lot to Vic. She had been crying a lot to. The elderly lady just looked genuinely sad while trying to soothe the baby.

I walked towards Vic.
"Hey man, rough day?" He looked up and shoot me a fake smile. 
"If that's how you would put it." He didn't sound like his old cheery self, and that was understandable, seeing ad he almost lost his boyfriend today. 
"He's waiting for you, you know." Vic pointed towards the door. I quickly walked in, closing the door after me.

"How are you holding up?" I sat on the chair next to the bed looking at him. He looked beat down. Tears had earlier been running down his face, his hair was messy and his face was pale as snow. Still I didn't feel a thing. My boyfriend had tried to stab this guy to death and all I felt was empty. The only feeling that flashed through me was proud. I felt so proud by Oliver's accomplishment with Kellin. It was completely sick, but I loved the feeling of what Oliver could do, while Kellin was so weak. He didn't even fight back.

"Are you going to support his side?" Kellin's question caught me off guard. Of course I was fighting his side, and we were close to winning. I already knew Kellin would fight against Oliver. Kellin was just that kind of guy who gave up instead of really working with a patient.

"Yeah. He's my god damn patient, I can't ju-" I was cut off by Kellin.
"But I am you're fucking friend!" He had raised his voice now and had tears in his eyes.
"Kellin, just liste-" Once again he cut me off.
"No! It's rather him or me! He is just another patient anyways!"

This made me officially pissed and I punched the wall. Kellin winced a little in bed, probably scared. 
"Let me guess then. You are putting charges on him?" Kellin nodded firmly. Now he was really pissing me off.

I walked over to the door and locked it. Then I walked back to Kellin and stood next to his bed. 
The thing I was about to do was even shocking me.

I climbed on top of Kellin's legs and grabbed one of his pillows. Next thing I know I pressed the big pillow down on his face as I put my knee down on one of his stab wounds. I heard him scream in pain as I pressed down in his wound. There was blood forming through his clothes. This made a smirk appear on my face.

"Now are you going to drop the charges?" I removed my knee and the pillow. Kellin's face was full of tears and the pain in his eyes was so strong. 
He slowly shook his head.

"Too fucking bad then." I put the pillow back on his face and pushed back his shirt revealing his stomach and chest. Wow! Oliver had really done a great job with Kellin.

There were three wounds in his stomach area. They were all sewn close. I grabbed a scissor from the little table next to the bed. Even though it seemed like a weird place to keep a scissor, I still approved of it being here.

In one hand I held the scissor, and the other one I used to gently wipe some blood away from his wound. Then I brought the scissor down to the his wound and cut the first thread of. I cut open the next one and watched as it started opening up more and more. I did this with all three of the wounds until they were all open.

By the time I was done removing the thread from his wounds, he had pushed the pillow of his face. I sighed heavily and cursed under my breath. Impossible litle brat.

Then I put my hand over his mouth as I started digging in his wound with the scissor. He screamed in pain, and new tears formed in his eyes. I smiled at what I accomplished.

"Now, are you dropping the charges?" Once again I asked, hoping he would change his mind. This time he nodded violently. This pleased me and I let him go. 
I went to the bathroom and got some paper and water. Then I poured the water over his wound as I removed every sign of tread I could find. Kellin still cried in pain. Couldn't blame him, it does hurt like a bitch I've heard. I put some paper on top of his wound and dried it.

"I'd get someone to look at that if I were you." He nodded and looked at me. I just smiled like nothing of this had happened.

"Oh yeah, if someone asks. This never happened. You're wounds never got sewn shut, and it started bleeding when you moved to fast and to long once. Okay?" Again he nodded. By the way he looked at me I knew he would keep quiet. In case he didn't understand, I demonstrated with the scissor. 
The scissor came in touch with my skin and cut a line across the palm of my hand.
It started bleeding immediately and I smirked.

I placed my bleeding hand on Kellin's cheek and kissed his forehead.
"Get well soon." I smiled at him an exited the room.

Somebody was going to ask questions soon, and I was going to be busted. Best to run while I still could. 
I hurried back to the mental ward. It was morning again. Friday morning was when the place was mostly empty. Lucky for me.

I ran to Oliver's room and quickly knocked before entering. He looked tired from the lack of sleep, but as soon as he saw me he brightened up. I hurried over and gave him a kiss. 
"We got to hurry, I can explain later. Okay?" Oliver nodded and looked confused. I just grabbed his hand and ran back up to the reception. Behind the counter was a door that kept all documents and things. That's where I was headed.

Nobody was at the desk right then so I had freely access. Oliver was told to guard for me. If anybody came before I was done he had to distract them. 
While I was in the room I found Oliver's clothes and things. Then I dug up Oliver's file and documents, making sure it were all in there. After that was done I found my own folder. Last thing I had to get from that room was the work schedules dated two years back and to now. My plan was to erase every trace ever made of us. It wasn't exactly an easy mission, but I was going to make it.

My coworkers didn't exactly know me or Oliver. They would certainly don’t remember our names. Vic never learned our name either, besides he wouldn't care. About kellin, nobody would believe a crazy man at the hospital. The only one we needed to take care of was the police officer from yesterday, and I knew exactly how.

I got out of the room and saw nobody but Oliver in sight. Perfect. We ran down the hall and to the room where they keep medicine and such. It was the same kind of plan here. I went inside and fixed everything while Oliver was guarding. 
Inside the room I grabbed whatever string drugs we had. I grabbed more than enough for my plan. This was a way quicker mission than before so I was out of there I no time. Now the only thing left was getting rid of the police officer.