Fransykes~ Locked in for life

Franykes~ No more

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Okay folks! so this is the last chapter of this fanfic ^-^ I hope you enjoyed reading and liked it. Much appreciated!  I also left the video/ song: "No one does it better" by You me at six. I love this song so much right now! Basically I put it here because I listened to this song as I wrote this chapter.

(I have this idea to a sequel but I'm not sure if I am going to write it >~<   Please tell if you would llike a sequel ^-^)

Oliver Pov

My eyes burst open and my body shot up. An aching pain shot throughout my body. I just groaned in agony.  Just by taking a quick glance around I knew where I was. The familiar white was killing me. The hospital I had woken up in yet so many times was starting to become a regular location for me. I jumped out of bed. As soon as my feet reached the ground I felt a shooting pain through my foot. My body collapse to the floor. There was a big white plaster stuck to my foot. Fuck! I was not going to get anywhere with that thing on my foot.

I hobbled clumsily over to the sink and placed my foot under running water. I made sure the plaster was soaked before I removed it from the sink. Then I hobbled over to my bed again and started taking the plaster apart. It took quite some time before I managed to loosen it and get I completely off. It was worth all the time it took. I couldn't work with a big plaster stuck to my foot so I had to remove it somehow.

When the plaster was removed I tried putting my foot down and put my weight down on it. I literally screamed in pain and bit down on my fist to hold back my screams. Tears were popping out of my eyes, but I quickly wiped them away. I wasn't so weak that I had to cry. After walking around the room and adjusting to the pain, I lay back in bed.

My hand hung over the rope calling for the doctors. Just a minute after a guy came in asking what was wrong. I complained that my foot hurt and that I needed pain killers. He quickly got my message and soon came back with some pain killers. I pretended that I wanted to thank him but had lost my voice. This made him bring his head closer to me. He made a great opportunity for me by doing that. I grabbed him by his hair and smashed his head into the iron rod on the side of my bed. After smashing if couple of times into the iron rod I was pleased with my work and let go of his hair. He immediately fell to the floor. What a weak guy. I smirked as I started taking my clothes. When I had dressed off I started dressing of the man as well. I then took his clothes on me and mine on him. To lift him up in my bed was the hardest part, but I managed to do it in the end.

When he was placed in the bed I found my earlier used plaster. It was still wet and useable. I took a layer of the plaster around his head and face. I splashed with water and put on another layer. 3 layers later I was pleased with my work. Now it was on the verge to dry up and become hard again. I smiled knowing that he would choke to death in just minutes.

My mind was set on something else than watching this guy die. Right now I had to find Josh and make sure he was fine. I painfully walked down the hall looking for any signs of Josh. He was probably in his room. I didn't even know the damage he had taken. Hopefully he wasn't dead.

I reached a small reception counter where an old lady sat looking down on some documents. She was too busy even see me coming so I awkwardly coughed to get her attention. She looked annoyed up at me through her glasses.

"Josh Franceschi." I looked around on her messy desk for something interesting to play with. The only interesting thing's there were a picture of her granddaughters, some pens and a stapler. I quickly grabbed her stapler and hid it in one of the pockets on my uniform. The old lady was done looking through the papers and was now looking up at me.

"This one came in just an hour ago about Mr. Franceschi." She skeptically handed me one of the papers before trailing back to work. My eyes scanned the paper for any kind of room number. There, in the corner of the paper was a room number written in cursive. I followed my instinct and soon I stood outside Josh's door. Before I let my feelings get the best of me I took a deep breath. Josh couldn't see me all worked up and in love. He would think I was weak and leave me.