Fleeting Moments (An Angels of Death Reader-Insert)

Chapter 3: B5

Second Person POV

Upon your arrival onto the next floor, the strong stench of cleaning products waft into the elevator room, causing your nose to crinkle slightly. Bright lights and white walls momentarily blind you. A cold chill settles on your exposed skin. These conditions are ones that you are all too familiar with.

A hospital.

As you step out of the elevator, you sigh in mild annoyance and exhaustion. The people here are actually going to force you to endure every horror setting ever created in entertainment, huh? Maybe that is what the surveillance cameras are for, so every sadist on the Deep Web could watch reenactments of graphic movies in real-time? Whatever it is, you are more than motivated to leave alive, and possibly burn down this establishment as a middle finger to whoever brought you here.

You wouldn't give anyone the luxury of seeing you suffer.

You exit the room to enter another that resembles a waiting room, albeit smaller than the usual hospitals you have been in. Perhaps this is more akin to a clinic then? You notice the door to a room to the right of the reception desk, but it is locked. The clocks that hang on the wall and lay on the desk are not functioning, making you unable to determine the time. The computer is unable to be turned on as well. You glance in the direction of a gate that bars off the rest of the floor, save for one last door in the corner. You take a step toward it, when it suddenly slides open.

You immediately take on a defensive stance as you quickly backpedal to the desk. The objects on the desk could prove to be sufficient enough for a few attacks and-

Before you can process your next step, a familiar brunet strides into the open. The man gazes in surprise and recognition of you too.

"Dr. Dickens," you greet. Your stance slightly relaxes.

"(Y/n)!" Dickens exclaims. "It's wonderful to see you! I mean, despite the circumstances."

"Are you in good health, Dr. Dickens?" Truthfully, you aren't concerned about him in the slightest, other than if there are more members from your hospital. You did think it is best to ask him though, or else he would whine about your carelessness toward him.

"Please (Y/n), call me 'Danny', or at least 'Daniel'! Yes, I am well."

"Were you on the floor below? Are you aware of a murderer's presence here?"

"I woke up here... Seems like no one else is around. Are you all right, (Y/n)?"

"I'm fine. Have you-"

"Are you afraid, dear (Y/n)?"

"No. Dr. Dickens-"

"'Danny', please. We're friends, are we not (N/n)? In any case, let's get going. If possible, I'd like to team up with you to survive this." Daniel always seems to love interrupting you. He has been this way since the very moment he decided to latch onto your life. You are used to his blunt, chummy nature though, and he is being reasonable. Daniel could be a reliable partner to pass through these floors.

"All right... Daniel. Let's go," You order as you walk past him. Daniel tails you closely.

"This place... It's like a site for some game... Being hunted by a psycho killer, and good as dead if caught... It says that it chases its victims," Daniel speculates. At least he is intelligent enough to put the pieces together.

"'Sacrifices,'" you recall. Daniel agrees with a nod as the two of you head through the door he came from, to the Consultation Room. It quickly grows tiresome to be with Daniel, if not the area itself. Eyes, eyes, and more eyes. Everything related to the ocular spheres in the human skull. Daniel attempts to deter you from the monitors until you stare him down to search for clues. A couple minutes would pass before he would tweak out and try to stop you again. You are about to bark at him when you notice a key carelessly left on the chair below you. It's the key to the fence.

"Ah, nice job, (Y/n). I'm pretty sure I was sitting there," Daniel praises.

...

Wait.

"If you were here earlier, you should have noticed the key," you comment.

Daniel fidgets in place. "O-o-oh, you know me... I can be clueless sometimes," he mutters sheepishly.

"You didn't try to escape?" you ask sternly. You begin to glower at your co-worker when he doesn't respond. "Daniel."

"Well..." Daniel faces you with a faint smile and closed eyes, "I was worried about you."

Objection.

"How did you know I was here in the first place?" you inch your way to Daniel. Something isn't adding up.

"Haha!" Daniel chuckles, causing you to stop your advances. "Oh (N/n), you are quick to label people your enemies. I'm not the villain here. I heard that you and one of our staff didn't make it home. I thought I could investigate where you two were last seen. I was knocked unconscious along the way. When I came to, I was here. I only guessed that this is where you were brought too."

His explanation didn't ease the tension in your body, but you would stay on guard. For now, you would continue on with Daniel. Let him believe he has the upper hand, like so many before him. "...Let's go." You quickly walk toward the exit.

Daniel's expression lit up, and the man follows you like a puppy out. "Oh! Perhaps the way out is further toward the back...? Let's proceed with caution," Daniel goes on. You hum in agreement as you unlock the fence and turn around a corner. There are two doors. You are about to open them for a glance when Daniel deters you once again, claiming it is better to check the back before venturing further. Is he going to hinder you the rest of the night? Whatever, you and Daniel walk to the back.

"There's a fence and a glass wall," you note dully. It isn't difficult to assess.

"(N/n)," Daniel coos as he grasps your right shoulder, "It's basically like the two of us are trapped in here together, huh...?"

"Daniel," you sigh, "What have I told you about touching me?" You remove his hand from your person. "Stop fooling around. The sooner we get out, the better."

"Something good might happen if we spend time together. Why rush?"

You deadpan him. You slowly blink.

"Okay? Here." Daniel grabs your hand and pulls to the door you first passed. "Let's try this room."

The Infirmary.

Third Person POV

Daniel couldn't help but admire his colleague's eyes focus in concentration as she walks around the multiple beds for clues. He pretends to search as well, but it is only so he can see (Y/n)'s gaze at a better angle. No matter what she did, her eyes reflect emptiness, much to Daniel's delight. Even when her expression slightly changed, when she would "glare", her irises remain static. Nothing seems to greatly affect her anymore, and problems feel minute whenever she is present. She is almost the embodiment of tranquility. If Daniel could rid of all of the minor inconveniences around her, then she would be perfect. She is more than Daniel could ever hope for. The man ushers her out of the Infirmary when she is about to wipe dirt off of an inscription on the wall. He couldn't let her eyes be tainted.

Daniel vaguely processes her inquiries about the rules she reads on the walls in the next room, other than that the executors on each floor remained on their respective floor in the events of a sacrifice being present. When she mentions "wishes," Daniel absentmindedly admits his desire for beautiful eyes. He nearly rambles on that he loves her eyes, and he is more than relieved when she ignores his foolish blunder. He is fortunate that (Y/n) is used to him prattling like this during their time in the hospital. Daniel recalls how infatuated he became when he first saw (Y/n).

Her eyes were all he wanted to see thereafter. He once believed that no one's eyes could hold a candle to his mother's. However, (Y/n)'s proved him wrong, so wrong.

(Y/n)'s eyes are more divine than his mother's... than hers.

Then, Daniel remembers that he has the key to the fence. He blurts out his "discovery", to which the woman blankly glares at him. Daniel didn't mind. He has a full view of her abysmal orbs. He could stare at them for eternity. When she grabs the key from him and looks away, his heart sinks.

No matter. The two of them are together. They are approaching the operating room.

Soon, they will be together forever.