| Our New Life | (Shourtney Fanfic)

Chapter Eight: The Deadly Part-Time Job

Olivia's P.O.V

"He seemed... strange."

"Who, Noah?" I asked. "He was probably just caught off guard. You were one of the prime suspects on Radar's case."

"Oh... so everyone knows about this?" William questioned as we walked back to my room.

"No. Just the crew... Either Courtney told them or Shayne."

"Shayne. Where is he? I haven't seen him in a while."

"I don't know..." I answered. "Look...Will, are you sure it's right for me to be lying to my friends about this? We're all in a bad situation right now. I don't want to put more weight on people's shoulders—"

"Can we talk about this once we're in your room?" William asked. "I just... don't feel good."

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know... maybe a stomach bug?"

"Oh, alright." I said, holding his hand. "I have some medicine I can give you when we get there."

"Thanks... babe."

The more he called me that name, the more wrong it felt. William was one of the suspects on Radar's case! I couldn't imagine how much it would hurt Courtney if she found out about me and him...

It would hurt her even more if she found out we weren't actually dating.

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Courtney's P.O.V

"There aren't any nurses in the room...why aren't there any nurses?!"

"Maybe it's a lucky thing we're alone..." Damien said, clearly reading my thoughts. "So we don't get caught... do you see Shayne?"

The thought of searching for him through these dead bodies caused a shiver to go down my spine.

I took a deep breath. "You take the right side. I'll take the left."

We checked each body, one by one. Bloody or not, I was determined to find out what happened to my friend, and where he was.

"Friend..."

I need to stop saying that.

As I checked the last body, I turned around to see Damien throwing up in a trash can. I sighed, then patted his back supportingly.

Something caught my eye. A door. A door with a sign taped onto the door's tiny window frame.

Special Patients

Special patients? SPECIAL PATIENTS?! All these patients are dead. What the fuck do they mean by 'special patients'?

"We should check that room." Damien said, wiping his mouth.

"You alright?" I asked.

"I will be once we get out of this room."

I helped him up to his feet. Damien grabbed the door knob, then tried turning it.