Now You See Me... Now You Don't... ✔(Editing)

Chapter 29| You Ate a Serial Killer?

~Kayla's P.O.V.~

Beep. Beep.

That's the sound that lulled me to a few minutes of sleep, which were soon interrupted by a vicious nightmare.

I can feel my forehead going numb, but I don't care. It's resting on Will's hospital bed, and I wouldn't move from here if the world was coming to an end. His hand is cold in mine, and I hope I can at least provide him with some warmth.

Just as I'm about to doze off again I hear the door open behind me. I lift my head to see who it is, and instantly regret my decision. I groan as a pounding headache hits me, and I put my head back down.

A hand rest itself on my shoulder, and someone speaks.

" You should get some sleep... We have training tomorrow. Come on, this isn't good for you... If you want, I'll come with you." The voice says soothingly, and I instantly know its Zack.

I lift my head, the headache returning, and start to protest. " But--" I'm cut off before I can continue.

" No 'buts', come on, now." He holds out his hand, and I gratefully take it, hoisting myself up.

I feel completely drained, and I'm not even focused on where I'm going. Without even realizing it, I'm in my room a minute later, and I'm wrapped in an embrace. I cherish the warmth, taking it as my new form of energy, since I'm completely drained. It's taken away all too soon, and Zack gives me a reassuring smile.

" He'll be ok." He says, wiping a stray tear away from my cheek with his thumb.

I give a fake smile and nod. I know it looks completely unreal, but Zack doesn't seem to notice, slowly walking out of the room.

I collapse on the bed, completely exhausted. I feel horrible. I close my eyes, trying to sleep, but with no avail. I seem to have been restless for the past few days, and its bothering me. I'm turning into an Insomniac.

" Why are you still awake?" I'm startled the muffled voice speaks. I look up to see Isla tucked under her covers, looking at me with sleepy grey eyes.

" It's Will... got me worried." I say simply, afraid that if I continue I'll break down. I'm evil, vile.

" Okay." I'm happy when she doesn't press matters further and decides to go back to sleep.

No sleep comes. Will needs me by his side; he can't spend the night at the ward alone, even if he isn't awake.

My sleepy feet carry me to his bed, and I sit on a chair squeezing his cold hand in mine. I'm nearly startled to death when it squeezes back, and Will's eyes peel open.

I pull my chair closer, smiling.

" Hi."

" Do you have more Nutella?"

I give him a confused look. " How did you know I was eating that?"

He smiles, " I could smell it earlier. I was awake but I couldn't really open my eyes."

I laugh. " Nutella is the Serial Killer of diets."

" You ate a Serial Killer?" He says groggily.

I laugh, and decide to respond.

" Yes."

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Nutella is bae.

- Lena