My Boyfriend's a Nightmare

The Silence of the Cat

"Excuse me," Carrie went up to the hospital desk, where the nurse was sitting, playing solitaire on her computer.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah, my boyfriend got cut in the arm with a chainsaw."

"Oh my god," She stood up, "do you mind if I take a peek?"

"No, not at all."

The nurse came over, taking the gauze off of Noah's arm as he winced. She grimaced as she looked at the wound.

"That's pretty bad, might require some stitches, but don't worry because our head doctor is the best in the city."

"Alright," Noah spoke up, "thank you."

"No problem."

Noah sat in the waiting room for a few more minutes, pressing the bloody bandages on his wound to keep it from bleeding.

"You okay?" Carrie looked over at him.

"Yeah, it's just painful, that's all."

"Alright sir," the nurse came back over to Noah, "if you can follow me that'd be great."

"That's cool with me, as long as you fix me I'll be happy."

Noah was instructed to do as the nurse said, first taking his height and weight measurements before she took a look at her notes.

"Here you are," Noah was shown his room, "Room 113, best one in the house."

"Cool, thanks."

"Oh and... you're gonna need to strip down to your underwear sir."

"Wait, what?"

"I don't know, it's doctor's orders. I think he's looking for nerve breaking."

"Alright then," Noah walked inside as the nurse gave him a gown.

"Once you get that on, lie down and the doctor will be with you shortly."

"Will do."

Noah sat in the room, his clothes lying on the counter as he stared up at the ceiling. God, he'd already defeated two people and who knows who the third person would be.

"Hello," Noah perked up as he heard the friendly voice before his face dropped.

In walked a man with jet black hair, parted to look nice, and blue eyes. He was in scrubs with the signature blue mask covering his face.

"Of course, I forgot you were a doctor." Noah got out of bed, recognizing the face.

"You did? What a shame Noah... what's this name you're going by now anyway? Jeremy Turner? How basic for such a star like yourself."

"I'm not going down without a fight Timothy."

"That's Doctor Lecter to you."

"How'd you even get this job? Never made sense to me."

"I was a good hacker, now Noah, I believe it's time for your pills."

"What pills?"

"The final dose of radiation to put you to sleep as well."

"Yeah, you aren't doing that."

"Well Noah, you see, I'm the cat, you're the mouse. This is how things work in this world, I hunt, you become my prey. Today though, my prey has to die."

While Timothy was ranting, Noah sneakily grabbed a syringe from the rolling counter behind him.

"Come on Noah," Timothy pulled out a syringe, "time to go to sleep!"

With that, the two went charging at each other with the syringes in hand. One was deadly, the other was the anesthetic. Timothy stabbed Noah and injected him in the shoulder, while Noah went for the neck.

In an instant, Timothy went falling down to the floor with all six feet and five inches collapsing. It was like he was dying, but Noah could feel himself starting to drift off already. He'd gotten lucky this time.

The room began to spin as he grabbed his clothes and left the room, nurses trying to bring him back as he persisted forwards into the lobby in his gown.

"Jeremy?" Carrie called out, using Noah's fake name.

"Wassup?" The room began to blur badly now and Noah was losing his consciousness, fast.

"Jeremy come on," Carrie grabbed him and helped him walk to the door, "what happened in there?"

"Tim..." Noah trailed off before everything went black and he collapsed outside the doors.

"NOAH!"