I Choose You

Chapter Seven - Hospital Beds

I opened my eyes, and saw the tile ceiling. This wasn't my room. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't. Suddenly, I was very awake. I looked around, there was a curtain surrounding me, and machines left and right. What had happened?

A short lady with dark hair came scrambling in, and pushed a button on the box next to me. "Who are you," I stammered. "Nurse Donna. You're Alex, in a hospital. Save your breath, you're here because you passed out when the police came to your house. They were there but you're in the WPP. You're in the WPP because there are people stalking you - or seem to be - under an assumed name of a serial killer. Is that all your questions answered?" She took the words out of my mouth and put sense into them. I nodded and she left, telling me something about a button if I need help. I stare at the stained tile ceilings, trying to process everything the nurse told me. Then I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up and saw the ceiling again. Those stained tiles will be the death of me. At least I was already in the hospital. Everything started to come back to me. Maybe some fairy returned all my memories after the evil one took them away in my sleep. Magical Memories Fairies who return your stolen memories from the Evil Memory-Taker Fairy in your sleep. Seems legit.

There was one difference with the room I was in. The curtains were open. I could se everything - and everyone - around me. The everyone scared me the most.

"Philip" was next to me. The person who wanted to kill me was laying next to me in the hospital. Why was he here? Did the cops shoot him and he ended up here? did he break his neck after climbing out my window? All I wanted to know was why he was here, nonetheless next to me. I texted Jessica:

Jess. in hospital. killer lad next 2 me. no joke. call wpp. don't wanna die here in hosp. bed. heres the #. 555-123-4567. just say its from me. tell them Philip is here, at the hosp. they'll get it. thanks babe.

I typed with shaking hands, to match my shaking breath. It wouldn't take much for him to kill me right now anyway. Then I heard a nose. He was getting up. I turned to face his direction. I didn't have to look far. He was at my bedside. "I heard the cops are out for me because of you, loser. Why didya do that? Its just gonna make your life harder, man. I thought you were smart. Maybe I didn't wanna kill ya. Maybe now I do. Maybe I don't. You wont know, besides you don't need to." He laughed devilishly and walked away. He wanted me scared, and I was.

Then he turned and came back. He put his hand on my collar and started to speak - until someone showed up at the door. Then he let me go and went back to bed. The person who entered came near me. I was relieved. She was a nurse. Or I thought she was.

Then she took off her surgical mask.

[A/N: Sorry I didn't update all weekend. Its going to be hard to update on the weekend but I promise to try to do one chapter every week day. Kind of like shipping for online orders; "Seven to ten business days", y'know? Never weekends. Like excuse me but my need for s shirt doesn't stop because you cant package and make your dude bring the package to the post office. Okay. I'm gonna stop.

Comment/vote/follow/read and I'll love you forever. thanks guise xx]