The Third War

Chapter Forty Five: Kristy

I had gone to see Phoebe then went back to my room. I shuddered when I saw Zoe's door. I hated myself for leaving her; I had known something bad was gonna happen. On top of everything, she had been getting better too.

Poor Phoebe was going to be off her feet for a while leaving Dustin to do her share of the work. I told him I would help out but, I'm not good with kids...

or adults for that matter.

I lay down on my bed next to Spottedleaf, "At least you're making a recovery."

She mewed and rubbed against my shoulder.

"It's not that bad, we've gone through worse," she blinked at me as if to agree.

Cats, so cute and adorable.

I rubbed between her ears, "We'll pull through."

I decided to stop telling myself everything would be fine, lying to myself wasn't going to make the situation, or events to come any easier to deal with.

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Walking down the hallway, I ran into Julia. She was being held by two other guards. She sneered when she saw me, "Are you happy now Pierce? They're sending me in my brother's place! DO YOU BELIEVE IT?" She laughed cruelly, "I pity you, you have no idea what's coming. I WAS TRYING TO PROTECT MY BROTHER, YOU'LL GET HIM KILLED, KILLED!"

They dragged her struggling figure away. I waited before proceeding down the stairs and out to the hospital.

As I walked in, an older man grunted, "Not another one."

Jeremy was sitting in one of the waiting chairs looking quite uncomfortable.

"Hey," he greeted me looking exhausted. It had been a day since we brought Zoe; I was disappointed to see Jeremy still waiting.

"Nothing?"

He shrugged, "They only said their best doctor is taking care of her. Someone was screaming last night though..."

The reception lady spoke up, "It's nothing to be concerned about. She was simply not receptive to the new doctor."

Jeremy muttered under his breath, "Neither was I, he could've passed as Dr. Frankenstein."

I held a straight face staring at the receptionist, "I want to see her."

"She's sleeping at the moment."

"Why can't I see her?" I demanded quite annoyed with her calm demeanor.

"You could bring more germs for one; she needs to stay mentally stable as well."

"Keeping her away from me isn't going to help her mental state! She panics when she's alone, genius."

"I assure you we know what we're doing."

I didn't respond to that but instead plopped down in a chair next to Jerry.

"I hate it," he stated plaintively.

"Welcome to the club....You can go for a bit, get some food or something."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'll stay until you get back."
"Thanks," he walked out of the waiting room.

"How sweet," the old man shifted in his seat and returned to his magazine.

I leaned my head back in the uncomfortable chair. I hadn't slept much the night before. Phoebe and Zoe's pale lifeless faces seemed to be embedded into my memory. I fell asleep in the chair with my legs curled under me.