"R-reflection?" I stammer out. "Yeah...? Did I mishear you or something?" Ian raises an eyebrow at me. "Yeah. You must of...heard...wrong.." I say, laughing nervously. Ian pecks my cheek, a somewhat worried look on his face. "Anthony?" "Yeah babe?"
"I...I know this might sound a bit...strange but..." Ian thinks for a moment, as if he's trying to find the right words to say. "You seemed...off lately...and I don't know how to put it. I mean, ever since you gave me that phone call...I don't know. You seem different...Don't get me wrong, it's not a bad different. But it's not a good different either...you know what I'm saying?" He asks. I nod, hesitantly. "Sorry for bringing this up all of a sudden...but I can't shake the feeling that you're hiding something from me."
I freeze. My entire face unemotional and unreadable. "Anthony?" "Ian...You're worrying about nothing. It's the same old me," I force a smile. "Anthony. I don't think you're getting my point...you seem more...well, kinda...mature if that's the word," Ian laughs. But I don't. "Ian. Don't worry. I love you...and you should probably get some sleep, kay?" "I love you too....kay," Ian beams at me, sleepily and still weakly. "Goodnight," I say, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his forehead sweetly. "Goodnight," Ian nuzzles into me, falling asleep instantly. That was...really...really close. I hear a throat clear.
"Excuse me. But you can't sleep with the patients," A nurse, standing in the doorway tells me. I sigh, standing up. "Sorry," I apologize, trying to get out of Ian's arms. But, he's asleep, and unless I want to actually waking him up or worse, hurting him. "He won't let go huh," The nurse raises her eyebrow at me. "Fine. You can stay for now. But as soon as you can get out of his arms, then you gotta go," She tells me, harshly. I nod, looking down at Ian.
TIME SKIP TO ONE WEEK AND TWO DAYS LATER
"Y'all are free to go!" The doctor smiles at Ian and I. We smile at him and then turn towards each other, and he kisses my cheek. "You two stay healthy!" The man winks, going back to work or something of the sort. He seems like the type of guy who gets a good job, is the boss' favorite, but doesn't do a damn thing. Not that I blame the boss, he is pretty charming. We leave the hospital, hand in hand. Ian intertwines our fingers together. Thank god Ian's alive...but was that the last obstacle?
Was that the final obstacle that Ian (and kinda I) had to face? I mean, surprisingly, that was extreme. I was scared to death. That...was a really bad choice of words. Anyways...not seeing Reflection is kinda scaring me. After an event like that...you think he would appear. You would think that...but..maybe..just maybe...Ian and I will be left in peace. Is that really the case? I really need to stop imagining the impossible...or possible. Goddammit Anthony make up your goddamn fucking mind! Ugh, I need to forget about this whole thing.
"Babbee, let's go out to eat! The goddamn hospital food is hard to choke down...I wanna have real food," Ian tells me, dragging me outside, stopping when he realizes he has no clue where my car is. I lead him in the direction of my car. Once we get to my car, we both get in, me in the driver's seat and Ian in the passenger's. "What kind of food should we go and get?" I ask, driving out of the hospital parking lot. "Hmmm," Ian taps his pointer finger to his chin. "Chinese food!" Ian exclaims happily.
LATER THAT NIGHT...
"Best. Meal. Ever." "C'mon, you would think that. You've been stuck with shitty hospital food for the past few da-" "Decades," Ian corrects me before I can say anything. I've missed that humor. He seemed a bit more..you know...off, in the hospital bed. Ian was probably just in shock since the "lightbulb incedent."
I...I hear a distant voice, singing...singing slowly...and eerily. Repeating the same words over and over again. It might just drive me insane....I...I don't know how to describe it. Indescribable would be a way to describe it. That's irony for you. It's in a high pitched, minor, type...thing. I can't explain it...but...I know one thing. That would be, I know what the words are saying...and I know it will put all nightmares begging on their knees for mercy.
"Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock
Tick tock, goes the clock
You are going to fade
Tick tock, then we stop
Then you'll be afraid."
(A/N) Magicmummy is the goddess of writing! It has been declared! Her writing is so on point I don't even know how that's humanly possible. Anyways, see ya next chapter! ^-^
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