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The program I was using repeated some sentences, but I updated the first chapter and I should be fixed! Thanks for pointing it out A Random Person :D
- Cinder
Zack sat on the platform, he had been examining the bone for hours and was finding nothing new. Finally, he sighed; setting down the bone and getting up off of the stool. He rolled up his sleeve and looked at his watch, 8:00 pm.
Wow, I've been sitting here for at least a few hours. Zack thought to himself, walking off the platform he had been on. He strolled down the hall, heading for Dr. Hodgins'' office.
"Hey Zack, you ready to go home?" Hodgins asked Zack as he walked into his office, Zack nodded eagerly. "Yes Dr. Hodgins, I am very exhausted." He informed the older male. Hodgins laughed, "Alright Zack, let's go." He said, standing up and grabbing his coat.
As Zack was following him out the door, Hodgins' felt some tension between Zack; even if it was one-sided. Hodgins quietly decided to try to forget it and cut Zack some slack, the kid looked worn out.
Once they were in the car and Hodgins' music was blasting, Zack felt his eyelids closing; soon enough he was asleep.
Hodgins pulled up to his driveway and looked over at Zack, finding him asleep. "Zack, we're home," Hodgins said to him, slowly Zack woke up. "Huh- oh yeah." He responded, not tired anymore. Zack opened up the car door and stepped out, wind ruffling up his hair immediately. He tried to "fix" it but was unsuccessful, making Hodgins smirk at him.
Zack noticed this, "What's so funny Dr. Hodgins?" He asked. Hodgins rolled his eyes, "We're not at work anymore Zack, remember?" "Oh yes, sorry Hodgins," Zack told him before rushing towards his apartment, wanting to get away from Hodgins. He didn't necessarily know why, but for once went with his instincts.
Hodgins watched as Zack hurried away from him, a confused look plastered on his face. Why's he in a hurry to get away from me? He silently wondered to himself as he walked back to his house. He figured it was just because the kid was tired, but something in the back of his head was nagging him it was something more.
Next day
Zack woke with a start, sitting up frantically from his bed. He didn't usually have nightmares, but when he does their bad. The nightmare was about Iraq, and all the bullets and bodies. His breathing slowly returned to normal, and he decided he wasn't going to sleep anymore. He got out of bed and walked into his living room, sitting down on the couch.
He grabbed the remote and turned on Firefly, comforted by his favorite show. After a few episodes, Zack glanced at the clock; 4:15 pm. Wow, I must've woken up early. He thought to himself. He returned his attention to his show, putting all of his thoughts to rest for the moment.