meet me in the hallway ; r.g ; hemlock grove

08 ; road to recovery

; IMOGENS POV

it had been three days. peter came and visited me every one of those, after the first night i was admitted. for some reason still unknown: he couldn't make it that night. the most important one. but that didn't matter to me, i was glad he was here. sometimes he would fall asleep in the chair until the nurses told him he had to go, which was pretty funny.

roman didn't come and visit, though. not after he brought me here. i don't think he likes me all that much. he probably just feels bad, i'd think i were a major burden.

"hello, imogen?" a nurse called to me through the curtain. "yes, im awake." i told her. she opened them up and shut them when she stepped in. another one popped in, "you have a visitor!" this nurse seemed a lot more perky, but the other one sighed and rolled her eyes. peter emerged, his usual grin on his face. this nurse was a bit rude, so he didn't say hi just yet.

"so, it says here we can release you today, but tests will have to be performed." she told me, making her groan. "no more blood tests- we just need to see how well you can function after last nights rest. so, let me know when you want to do that." she began to step out, but i stopped her. "no! wait.. now. i wanna do it now." i said suddenly. she furrowed her eyebrows.

"are you sure?" she asked me, looking unsure. i nodded. "okay...." she said, flipping a few pages and putting it on the front of her clipboard, pulling out a pen and clicking it one time. "stand up, please." she told me. "walk to the other side of the room." i did what she asked, "and back to that square." she pointed to a tile by the bed. once i was there, she handed me a piece of paper she ripped off and another pen. "with your well hand, write your name." i struggled a bit, because my dominant hand couldn't be used. i gave it back to her.

"stand on your heels for a moment." i did it, but this time failed. i winced and bent down, grabbing my leg and almost falling. she didn't look concerned or surprised, but peter rushed over to me to make sure i was okay. he gave her a look.

"that's all i'll need." she stepped out of the room, and i sighed, sitting on the bed. peter sat next to me. "hey, im sure it'll be fine." he told me. "i don't know. im still really tired. will you stay while i get a little bit more sleep? and just tell me what they say when i get up?" i asked, looking up at him sadly. he nodded and kissed my hair, letting me lay down on the hospital bed. i grabbed the blanket and sighed, closing my eyes.

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i woke up, peter was still there, just this time sitting on the sofa. i yawned, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. "so?" i asked, hoping for good news.

"they... they'll have to keep you for a little while longer. they just wanna make sure your leg isn't developing any more infections that could make healing harder, i guess. im sorry, imogen. it'll probably just be like, another day or so, is what i'm guessing."

i groaned, growing myself back down. "i just fucking want out of here." i murmured. "get some more rest, okay? i'll come and see you tomorrow?" he told me, sitting up. i didn't really wanna be alone, but im sure this was beyond boring for him, so i couldn't ask him to stay. "okay. thank you, peter." i muttered, closing my eyes but a third time and getting more sleep, hoping to just sleep this all away.

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i kept my thumb out on the road, but nobody would stop. i sighed, walking back into the forest behind me. i kept walking....

walking until nothing surrounded me but the dead grass on the ground and the light sky. it looked like nothing was there for miles away. i felt a strong pair of arms grab me and pull me into a frame of whom the hands belonged to, and hot breath on my neck. i looked over.

"r-roman? what are you doing?" he didn't say anything. his eyes didn't twinkle with lust, but a hunger. he suddenly opened his mouth inhumanly wide and sunk his teeth into my neck, making me scream.

my eyes shot open, and they quickly noticed roman sitting on the sofa at the end of the room.