A Chicago PD Au fanfiction | Hollow

Fortysix

I try to crawl out of bed and managed to not fall over all the medical devices, because then they will beep. All things here beep. They beep when they're turned on, turned off, when they're on going, when something is wrong, when the problem is solved; they beep all the fucking time. So yes, I need to avoid them.

The officer who's guarding my door enters the room and leans against the wall, about four feet from where I'm sitting. I'm still trying to find the button where you turn it off, it ain't easy.

"You better hurry" He say.

"shut up" I reply.

At first I just answered but as I keep looking I start to wonder why an officer, who's job is to keep me safe from everyone, is teasing me. It's weird, but I keep moving because I need to know what's going on and I know Erin has the answer.

"You should hurry." He says, teasing me again.

I don't care about him right now and am therefore trying to just shut my ears close but it's difficult.

"You're not going to get to her before she drives away" He say.

Anger is boiling up inside me. Yes I do have medication that help agains these things but, whoops, I might have skipped taking the pills because they makes me enervated and I also figured that I wouldn't be able to get any explosive outburst at a hospital but I guess I can.

When I have the information I need about what the hell is going on, I'm going back here to kill this idiot. Yes I know, anger doesn't solve anything, it doesn't build anything but it does destroy everything because when you're angry your body works faster than your head. You'll just regret the things you do, so I should probably forget this guy and move on.

"Now you'll have take the bus to get to her" He say "Oh I forgot, Voight will probably give you a ride because you're a spoiled little brat!" He continues.

That's it.

Forget what I said about moving on.

This dude is dead.

Literally.

At least when I'm done with him.

I grab a nearby and empty IV stand, grab it with my tightest grip and swing it around. Around myself and turning all anger and frustration I've had in a while into power. In complete anger I surprisingly manage to hit the officer, which both hit him but also makes him trip and fall to the floor. I load and give him a couple of solid punches over his cheek, and he does nothing to fight back. I grab the baton that's hanging in perfect reach for me, I raise my arm to load a hit.

"Do it" He says, blood dripping down his face.

I start to wonder whether hitting him is what I want or what he wants. Somewhere at the back of my memory I remember hearing something like 'the one who angers you, controls you' and that gives me the theory that he want this to put me in trouble, that he's not a real officer, but a fake one who's here to put me in trouble.

I'm still holding my arm up, loading a hit, wondering whether I should hit him or not.