Perception {Dreamnotfound}

29 | Horrors Never Leave | 29

Devotion: (yes, it's a real word)
Love, loyalty or enthusiasm for a person or activity.

I'm using the ideas of loyalty and love for a person. If you're 'devoted' to someone, you are loyal to them. It's the idea that the ghosts (Devotions) are loyal to their soulmates even after death.
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As most of you didn't seem to know.
(I keep forgetting a lot of people's first language isn't English oops.)
Enjoy. Love ya <3 ~ Owl

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-George's POV-

The medic shop is larger than I remember it being. A small cupboard is behind the desk, which I don't remember being there before. Maybe I didn't notice it in the commotion when the group of people arrived suddenly last time.

Darryl knows about Devotions. There's a chance he could tell that Clay is around, he could have learnt a way to sense their presence. He definitely noticed the Devotion with the boy last time, so he could notice Clay too. That could be detrimental to our plan.

"You think Darryl knows about you?" I ask casually over my shoulder, sifting through something draws and pocketing some of the supplies. We must've got lucky, the door was left open, and most supplies seem to have been left here. But there's nobody around, the shop is empty. As are the surrounding streets.

Or at least we thought, when the door suddenly swings open. Clay is quick to pull me under a table, adjusting the boxes beneath so they mostly cover me. I'm about to yell that he hasn't covered himself when I remember he's invisible to everyone except me.

Clay kneels beside me, pressing a finger to his lips in a silent signal to be quiet. He then points towards the front door, presumably telling me he's going to watch whoever came in. I nod silently, blushing as he presses a kiss to my forehead with a smile before leaving.

"So where's that boyfriend of yours, Zakky?" The voice is familiar sounding, Sapnap is here. It'd be comforting if not for the person he addressed. Darryl isn't here, but Skeppy is.

"He'll be back in a half hour. Had to take care of some extra patients near the hub, Snapmap."

"Call me Snapmap again and we're gonna have issues."

Zak scoffs. "Welcome to my life. You all call me Zakky despite me telling you not to." His voice gets louder, footsteps echoing across the floor as he comes closer. Terrifying, and I hold my breath when he moves a few of the boxes near me.

Realistically, Darryl isn't the problem. He's a medic, and as I've seen from the market fight, can't defend himself. The problem is his soulmate. We need to catch them separately, when Zak is as far away as possible.

Thankfully Zak stops moving boxes, pulling something out of one of them and stepping back. "What the fuck is that?" Nick asks, presumably taking whatever it is out of Zak's hands as I hear the shorter sigh. "Absolutely no idea. But Darryl knows what to do with it."

"I've only ever seen this stuff once before" Nick drawls, and I part the boxes hiding me a little to see him turning over the item in his hands. It's a small bottle, filled with a clear liquid. "Morphine sulphate" he reads from the label, eyebrows raising in recognition.

Zak is quick to snatch back the bottle, tucking it into his pocket. "I've seen that stuff before actually" Nick recalls. "It's a strong painkiller. Only time I've seen it was when you know what happened."

I watch Zak squirm uncomfortably, hand immediately going to the group of scars across his face. There's a particularly deep one near his eye, similar in size to Darryl's. Definitely knife wounds of some sort.