American Horror Story: Hospice

Hydra

The swamp wreaked of death and weeds. Delilah had just shoved Brad's dead body into the grassy depths that she had used to dispose of her previous corpses. She repeated the Holy Trinity sign over and over again as tears streamed down her face.

She was responsible for the deaths of these people. Marty, Jay, and now Brad. Her vision of love was constantly interrupted and she was tired of it. Delilah turned and began to walk back to the hospital. It was now 6:00 a.m.

*

A knock at the door awoke Joan from her slumber. She raised her head, exhausted from the night before and glanced around the room. Maria was snuggled up with her daughter on the couch, still wearing bloodstained cloth. The knock emanated from the door once more.

Joan rolled her eyes and got up drearily. She strides over to the peephole and looked through. It was Nurse Amanda, still stitched up from Rivers attack. She was grinning, bearing a trey full of breakfast food. "Wake up, girls. Breakfast is ready!" Joan opened the door and raised an eyebrow as she looked at the freshly made food.

"That's a first." She said. "Usually we need to go into the kitchen for breakfast."

Amanda nodded, entering the room at her own acceptance. "You usually do, but we made an exception this morning due to the awful night we had last night. Eighteen residents, dead."

"That's a damn shame, Nurse." Joan exclaimed dryly.

"At least you and Maria are fine. Now eat up," the Nurse tapped the plate with her index finger and passed it to Joan. "Save some for you friends over there." Amanda laughed and walked out, shutting the door behind her.

After staring at the food: an abundance of bacon, some hard boiled eggs, a salad, and some orange juice. She placed it on the coffee table near the couch and opened the closet to change. She dived into the center of the hanging clothes and pulled them apart, revealing a message written on the wall in blood.

SOON JOAN

She screamed and backed away from the closet slowly. Angela awoke to the loud noise and stared in the direction Joan was. "Whoa. That's intense."

"W-Who wrote that?" Joan quivered at the sight of blood.

Maria noticed the commotion and sat up on the couch. "Oh, Jesus."

"Who wrote that? Who?!" Joan repeated.

"I don't know, Joan." Maria said calmy, standing and turning her friend the other way. "But we'll find out, don't worry."

Joan shrugged off Maria's hands. "Don't treat me like a child."

"I'm not treating you like a child," Maria stated. "I'm simply-

All of the sudden, Kindle bursted through the door. She was crying, her cheeks visibly wet. She wiped off her face full of tears with her sleeve and took a breathe. "It's Rooney. He's gone."

"What do you mean gone?" Angela asked.

"Gone. I was taking care of him last night and I went to go get drinks for us. As soon as I came back, he was gone. I looked everywhere!"

After overhearing Kindle's news, Maria began to question the disappearance. "Well, why weren't we informed earlier?"

"I was at the police station, filing a missing person's report." She said quivering. Joan sat down, seemingly confused while the other three girls were discussing the matter.

"Well, who the hell would take him?" Maria asked. "Are they scanning the room for prints?"

"They were." Kindle said. "But they found absolutely nothing. It was as if he was never there."