Don't take my memories~Drier

Chapter Thirty One- Looking For The Ghost You Left Behind

Drew's POV
Isn't he perfect?" a strange voice boomed above me, startling me out of my sedated state. "Isn't he just what we were looking for?" The voice continued above my head, it's strange voice hissing like a snake as it echoed off the walls of the cavernous room we were in. All the rooms were large and cavernous here, in this hospital. It made it appear even more ghostly than it already was and have me the impression it was purposely created as a labyrinth to stop us escaping.

"Indeed he is. The Sumner boy delivered us everything we were promised...and more. It seems his brain is bulging with little snippets of information for us to tamper with" a second voice continued in reply, the ranging of the echoes telling me he was pacing up and down the room, constantly changing direction with a quick turn of his heel. His voice I recognised, yet due to my sedated state I couldn't put a face to the voice, or even open my eyes to pry at my surroundings. A part of me knew we were still in the hospital, yet this felt like a much more sinister event than any which should have been happening here.

"Short term memory loss...that's as good as I hoped for. But this boy, what he has could be completely something else. All his symptoms appear to point to short term memory loss, but after studying for a few weeks, I think it could be something more" the first voice mused, seconds before a cold finger gently caressed my cheek and pushed a few strands of hair out of my face. His hands felt like they had been in an ice bucket and sent a supernatural chill through my body. "Have you experienced any strange behaviour from him? Any strange outbursts of emotion?" The voice continued suddenly, his hand leaving my face, signalling he had directed his attention to his eager student.

"On the contrary sir, he seems rather docile. He gets confused, but unlike the other patients, his confusion doesn't lead to anger or fear or paranoia unless he's contacted by another human. Most of the time he's perfectly happy sat there by himself, not knowing who he is" the second voice chirped, as though he was on a night out rather than discussing a patients health. The whole conversation repulsed me and terrified me, but I couldn't place my finger on exactly where it was going.

"I see. And I assume for his condition, you have a cure?" The first voice queried, sounded strangely disinterested.

"Yes father, though the Sumner boy doesn't know that" the second voice - who I now knew to be the son - chirped in, as though he had just won a gold medal.

"Excellent. It is possible we may need to keep him a little longer than usually to run some...tests, shall we say?" The father suggested with an evil chuckle.

"Yes sir" the son answered in reply.

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"As I said Mr Woolnough,I'm sorry dr Illingworth can't be here to visit you, but he's very busy with urgent meetings all day. He sends his kind regards and hopes that everything is well with you today" the nurse beamed as she bustled busily around my little bedroom, hastily tidying everything she could see in sight and going out of her way to make me comfortable. Since her arrival in the room five minutes ago, she had already proceeded to change my covers, open my curtains to let in the light and set out my dinner neatly on the table, set with a napkin and everything. I had never met her before, but the minute her bright smile and perky attitude had entered my room, I had felt my spirits lift.

"Can you tell him everything is fine please, nurse?" I questioned with a docile smile, acting like the perfect little patient. Whilst I doubted this nurse would be watching me like a hawk, ready to report back to Luke at the slightest change in behaviour, I had to be careful. I had to make them think everything was how it should be.

"Of course I can. Now then, I'll be out of your hair in a minute, but first you need to get those tablets down you" the nurse instructed with a polite smile, as she loaded the glass of water and tablets off the serving tray, giving me a sympathetic smile whilst she worked. She had a plain face, which was slightly wrinkly through age, yet half of those marks on her face appeared to be smiling so much. She had slightly chubby cheeks and medium length honey hair - a similar colour to my own - which was clipped professionally back behind her ear. She looked a little older than the other nurses hired here, yet she couldn't have been more than fifty.