A Chicago PD Au fanfiction | Hollow

Fortyfive

Many things are great in this world. But many things are bad as well, war, starving people, poverty, cancer and many more things. But the one bad thing I'm thinking about right now is my life. And no, I'm not laying here feeling bad for everything I've done, well I do feel bad, but right now everything is aching and it won't surprise me if my ribs are stabbing my lungs; that's what I'm thinking about.

Since the draperies are open again, I can see what's happening outside my room which makes my life a lot more fun.

Erin walk by with haste and in the speed she glances quickly at me. I throw a smile at her and wave which makes her sigh quickly and enter the room. I can clearly see that she's on her way, and she needs to hurry.

"Hey" she say when she enter and push out a fake smile.

"Hey" I reply.

"How do you feel?" She ask and sit down on the chair where Theodore sat earlier.

"Far away from perfect" I say.

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, yeah?" She asks.

"Girl, you are dicing with death when you're saying idioms in my presence, you know I hate them" I say, it makes her laugh.

But when I said it, dicing with death, I get flashbacks. I see 'James' walking toward me telling me that I'm not playing with a full deck, then I'm in the dark room and he's punching me and I also see when his men are trying to drown me. With all these flashbacks there are one thing that keeps adding up and it's that they all have a tattoo right underneath the t-shirt sleeve line.

There are two dice, the first one is showing two dots and the other one shows two sides, one side with two dots and the other side with three dots. 

"Jennifer?" Erin says, I wake up from my thoughts.

"They..." I say.

"What?" She asks.

"They all had a tattoo, two dice beneath the t-shirt sleeve line" I say.

Erin get a text message on her phone, she briefly glances at it but then look up at me.

"That could be really helpful, thank you, I really have go" she says and start to leave the room with haste.

"Hey! That's not fair!"  I yell at her while I start to crawl out of bed.

It's not fair at all to leave me here without telling me what's going on, because I can definitely tell that something bad is going on. That bad thing seem to be something that they don't want to be bothering me, and have therefore chosen to disclose me from all information according it including the fact that the problem actually does exists.

I get it though, deep deep inside I understand. I get it that they don't want anything to bother me because they want me to stay at the hospital. But they are grown and smart people and should know that it doesn't make me less curious when they pretend like nothing's wrong.

Just face it, I'm a curious person. Face it.