Chapter 14

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No one's pov

It was a warm sunny morning, birds were singing and smell of pancakes, eggs and bacon filled the house. The door to a bedroom opened and a tall man with dark brown hair walked in, he stood over a crib and got greeted with a big smile and a tiny giggle "Good morning buddy! did you sleep well?" "Dada!" Tiny hands reached up from the crib wanting to get up. "That's right, today daddy is picking you up, Come on mommy is making breakfast and your sister and brother are already downstairs" He pick up the toddler, having tiny arms wrap around his neck in a hug. After doing the normal diaper checks the two of them head to the kitchen, laughter can be heard and he turns to get into the room and the man sees-

Springtrap opens his eyes, he's sitting infront of the computer with lots of different wires and papers with coding around it. "Damn it...." He leans back into the chair looking up to the ceiling. "Soon.... I just have to be a little more patient.. Soon everything will be back to how its suppose to be" He continues to work, the memory forgotten for now with all the others untill next time they decide to randomly pop up.

Mrs. Huts walked towards the room to her next patient, Bryan. She got told his heart had acted up that night. As she turned to corner she saw a man standing in front of Bryan's door. He was dressed in full purple and even had purple looking skin, must be some weird body paint. By his facial expression he looked nervous "Excuse me sir, do you need any help?" He turns to her quickly "Oh um... Is this Bryan Films room?" "Yes it is.. Are you a friend of his?" "No, well... Not really" She look at him head to toe before saying "I'm afraid I can't let you into the room if you're not a friend or family.... Or are you his partner?" "No! no I'm... *sighs*" She waits for him to answer, Michael turns to look at the door and mumbles to himself "Well I need to do my daily check ups, so if you could please mov-" "I'm his brother..." She looks at him with a confused look "His brother?... Anything to prove it?" Michael thinks for a second untill he sees her name tag. "Uh... Oh! You're Dr. Huts correct? You took care of him when he was little when he.. Was in a coma?" "Yes?..." She carefully watched him as he spoke "Then you know that he used to have this um yellow bear plush. With a black bow tie and top hat beside him?" She sighs and stared at him, not a lot of people knew about the teddy bear so she believes him and walks closer, Michael moves a bit away so she can open the door. "As I said before, I need to do the check ups. I need you to wait a few more minutes outside" "Of course" He leaned against the wall and she went inside.

As soon as she got inside she notices how cold it was, the window was slightly open. "Ough one of the newer nurses must have forgotten to close the window" Mrs. Huts closes it and turns to Bryan. He was definitely whiter from being in the cold for who knows how long, after turning up the heater in the room she checks on his ivs, his heart monitor showed his heart being slower then it should be but not dangerously slow. After changing the bandage around his head very carefully she stops to look at him fully. Bryans wound had gotten a bit bigger but it was healing perfectly. "Hey Bryan guess what... I think your brother is outside. He wants to see you, a little weird on how he knew you're his brother since you haven't seen each other on a long time, but maybe he did one of those family search things. Oh I wish you could wake up now.." Finally she walks to the door and opens it. She signal to Micheal that he can come in.

He carefully steps inside, holding his breath. Memories of when he for the first time walked into the hospital to see his little brother rushed to him. He carefully steps closer to Bryan and turns to Huts "How... How is he doing?" "Well... His wound from the accident and from the operation is healing normally, his body is having a hard time keeping up with what it should be doing, like making sure he breathe normally and let him get a lot of rest. He may be in a coma but he have had multiple attacks where his heart rate suddenly rises....the damage to his brain is another story, Since he have yet to awaken we haven't been able to see if he have lost control to parts, if not all of his body. But with how big the wound is this time, it will take a miracle to survive... And of he does survive it will take an even bigger miracle for his body to function like normally" She says while looking through her papers. "And its not easy to operate on a brain when they are unconscious, since the brain is so sensitive surgeon's need to operate on an awake patient as to see so they don't make any mistake" Michael nods and turn back to Bryan.

Mrs. Huts didn't want to leave the room, but she couldn't ignore her other patients "If anything happen you can call on a nurse, visiting hours close at 8 pm" He nods without looking at her and she leaves. Michael grabs a chair that is beside the window and place it next to the bed, To Bryan's right. He looked so weak, so tired even though he was kind of sleeping. "Chris... Ever since the accident happend I have blamed myself. It was my fault after all, I should have been a better brother....I would understand if you did not forgive me. How could you after I have been so horrible after Elizabeth's death. A little before it too I guess, being the angsty teen I was.... I just want to say, I'm so sorry" Michael sat there in silence after that, he doesn't know what else to say. He can hear his little brothers weak heartbeats on the monitor and the clock on the wall ticking  away. As he looks at Bryan he sees something under his left arm. "Is that?" standing up to get a better view and he sees the plushie. "How-" A knock on the door is suddenly heard and a nurse walks in "Ah hello, sorry to interrupt but I just need to make some checks on Mr Films" Michael was a bit Co fused at first, didn't the doctor just check on Bryan? He turns to look at the clock showing that he have been there for 4 hours already. "Yes of course" He moves to the window so she could walk around the bed "Aw how cute, did you give him this plushie?" He turns to the nurse that is pointing at it. "No, it was here when I got here" "That's weird, he didn't have it this yesterday. Was there someone else here before you?" "I do not know" She nods and check something on her phone before continuing. "Maybe it was one of the other patients, it didn't say he got any other visitors except you"

Something wasn't right, Michael could feel it.
1: If he was the only one who visited Bryan today, how did the plushie get here?
2:That plushie doesn't exist anywhere anymore so it couldn't have been another patient
He turns to look outside the window, they are on the first floor so it would be easy for someone to sneak inside if it wasn't for the cameras and alarm on the windows. "Wait a second" Micheal mumbles to himself, he looks closer at the lock on the window. It's not fully broken just damaged, and the flowers underneath the window seems to have been trampled. By something heavy... The nurse leaves and Michael turn to Bryan. "Of course that trash rabbit knows.... That AI said Molten was the one who put in the coordinates. Damn it!" He walked back and forth for a whole minute before he sat down with his head in his hands. What was he suppose to do? "...Hng" Michael looks at Bryan in shock, did he imagen that? The heart monitor starts beating a bit faster and faster. He was having one of those attacks Dr. Huts talked about. 2 nurses rushed inside, 1 of them told him to step outside for a minute. He didn't want too but did it anyway. 20 minutes later the nurses open the door and says everything is alright but they have to end the visiting hours early for him so they can check on him more. He nodded and left, didn't have anything to say to them. He needed to go back home and figure out how to keep the trashrabbit away from his brother. He won't let their dad hurt another one of his siblings, he wasn't there for baby but he could be here for Chris.

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