Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy.
I was sick of being in bed without helping anyone so I got up to go help with the patients.
I wanted to go check on that little girl I saved from the exploding bus and find April, if possible. I was worried that she might be scared and crying right now. Not that I thought she was weak, she was the opposite, but she really was in bad shape when she left.
She had stormed out of here earlier, after she told me she wanted me and now I can't find her. Seriously, I have looked everywhere. Either she doesn't want to be found, or she's in trouble.
"Hey, Karev, have you seen April?" I asked trying to think of places left to search for her.
"I asked her if there were any batteries left and she said she was going to look for some, that's the last time I talked to her." He answered looking at me with an annoyed face.
Kepner was the last thing Karev wanted to talk about, he had more important stuff to worry about.
"Dc. Karev, come here please, it's urgent" a nurse called out making Karev leave.
Jackson was getting tired and he wasn't needed, so he decided to go back to bed. Maybe he was just being paranoid about April. Maybe she went running off to the paramedic and had gotten out of here. That didn't sound like April, but she was nowhere to be found.
Maybe I should just relax and stop worrying. I was going back to my room when I bumped into Callie.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, making an angry face and emphasizing the 'what'.
"I was just..." I tried to say but was cut off by the Latina women.
"I don't care what you were doing. You're going to get your ass back in that bed before I drag you all the way to it. There has been enough heroism for today. You can be a hero tomorrow for all that I care. But you're done for today".
I couldn't stop noticing the red marks she had under her eyes, she must have been crying, she looked miserable.
Not feeling in the mode for another tear attack, especially from Callie (whom he had never seen like this), I decided not to touch the subject and do as she had asked.
I got back to my bed and tried to forget about the day. It was all a mess, everything. I just wanted to close my eyes and drift off.
I tried to sleep, but it was no use. It was hard to sleep with everyone in such a bustle. A lot of patients were coming in per minute and there weren't enough doctors to hand them all.
Why didn't them just let me help? It's not like I'm that much hurt. I just had a broken arm and nothing to do but stare at the wall and think about April
'This is going to be a hell of a night' I thought with irony.
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I waked up in pain. Everything was a blur and I had the worst headache I had ever experienced. There were a lot of sharpened sticks stabbing my body and I started to take them out.
The rational part of my brain was telling me to stop and that what I was doing only made it worst. But I wasn't listening to that part. I was listening to a more wild and natural part of my mind. It was like natural instinct.
I felt my throat swell with thirst, with an uncontrollably desire to sink my teeth into something warm and luscious. It felt like my brain had shut off and I was complying to the natural needs of the body.
I was now something wild and reckless, a not caring being.
I heard noise and my hunter instincts came to the surface. I prepared to attack and made no noise. I'm sure I would feel disgusted about this later, but now? I seriously didn't care.
"Is somebody here?" Someone called out.
I moved just enough to make an audible sounds to his/hers ears. I wanted the person to think somebody was there so I could jump her/him from behind.
I moved once again, but this time making no sound, to hide under a bit of debris behind the opening that would allow the person to enter. I moved silently and graciously just like a real hunter.
Now I couldn't handle the thirst, it felt like every vein in my body was going to blow up. It felt like a tick tock bomb, waiting a little bit more could compromise the whole situation.
I heard movement and saw a shadow appear in my sight camp, I wasted no more time. I jumped on the nurse growling and so quick he never knew what hit him. It was over as fast as it begun. I drunk fervently from his neck and when I was done I let him drop to the ground.
Then I realized he was dead. I had just killed someone! The horror and dread took over me as I fell on my knees next to the nurse I had just killed. I drank his blood and it felt good.
What was I? This couldn't be real. None of this could. I got up and started to walk back in shock and horror.
I got throw the door and ran like hell. I was shocked again. I had never ran like this before. In fact, I'm sure no one had. I was going faster than cars and I could still see things clearly. I felt upgraded.
I was running on super speed when I got in the bathroom, this time making sure it was the girl's bathroom.
What I saw in the mirror almost made me faint. In fact, the only reason I why I think I didn't faint was because I was not human anymore. Or so I thought.
What I saw in the mirror was a beast. Its hair was unkempt and stained with blood. It had its clothes covered in blood to.
I got scared so I growled and stepped back instantly. The animal in the mirror retracted and moved back. Its eyes got red like blood and the veins around them stood out, not to mention the teeth that got more sharpened and deadly than the teeth of a snake.
That couldn't be me. There was no way! I started to pant and ran to sink.
I poured water down my face and rubbed it as hard as I could to extract the scent of blood and its smell.
I tried to wash the blood stains from my scrubs too, I could say I had gotten outside and got wet because of the rain. It was a plausible excuse.
I proceeded to my hair and tried to wash away the blood.
The color could be disguised because my hair was red but the scent had to come off. Bad news: the smell was already matted in my hair, it would only come out when I took a shower.
Oh well, I had to be careful not to let anybody smell my hair. It wouldn't be that hard, no one was wandering around waiting to smell my hair, and besides, I was in a hospital so it was normal if I smelled like blood.
I was more human like now. Most of the blood had come out but now I was all wet, dripping water.
I stepped out of the bathroom and started to make my way towards the bustle.
"April! Where have you been? Have you found some batteries? And why are you all wet?" I was confronted by a hurried Alex Karev.
"No I haven't. I went outside" I said trying to sound true but it probably didn't work. I always got too nervous and shaky and I was lying.
"Why would you have gone outside?" He asked with a confused look. Maybe my acting skills were getting better!
"Err... I was looking for... Matt". Maybe not so much
"Okay. Jackson was looking for you" He said prolonging the 'okay' with a suspicious look in his face.
I walked past him and went to find dry scrubs. I would think about Jackson later
I got inside the locker room, changed my scrubs and tied my hair.
I tried to shut out the memories of the latest events. What would I do when someone found the body? Maybe they would think he died crushed under the debris, but, in order for him to be buried by the rubbish, there had to be another landslide.
Then I remembered Jackson, what was I going to do? How was I going to face him? What if he didn't want me?
The doubts began to increase and I decided to think about something else for my own good, but now that I had remembered him, I couldn't get him out of my mind.
I had been away for some time now, hadn't I? I didn't know how many for sure, I was under the impression that I had blacked out for awhile, what if something had happened when I was out?
I decided to go see in what I could help with the patients. The hospital was almost overcrowded, they would need another pair of hands to help.
I just had to be careful not to attack someone, she wouldn't, right? It was strange, I wanted blood. To drink. What if I couldn't be beside the patients without resisting? They were hurt and I didn't want to kill anybody else.
I didn't even who I am anymore. A monster? Persons don't drink blood, I mean, they can, but it doesn't taste good. It tastes like something metallic.
Why was the only thing I could do when thinking about blood now was feeling an uncontrollable desire and thirst? I didn't even remember how it tasted when it tasted bad. It was wrong, but it felt right now.
Thinking about blood made my throat swell and look like it was going to close, my veins burn and my body shake in eagerness.
I'm pretty sure that now my face was like the one on the animal I saw previously when in the bathroom trying to wash the blood away.
I was leaned against the wall trying to calm myself down when I remembered the dream I had had. What if it was a memory? I remember being in the ground, bleeding out, and then I blacked out.
The next thing I remembered was waking up on the ground with no memory of how I had gotten there. I had gotten up and went to the hospital. What if had really happened? What if I had died? Then how was I breathing and walking?
Maybe I should just forget the drama and work. I took a deep breath and left the locker room.
I walked past the hall and went into the entrance of the hospital to help with the patients. Not a good idea. I smelled blood immediately and as a natural instinct I got in the attack position.
I got lucid enough to make a run for it. I got inside an on-call room and locked myself inside. I had to spend the rest of the night there.
I started to pace in circles and taking deep breathes to soothe the beast.
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I woke up in a bed that I didn't recognized at first. I looked around me and remembered that I was in an on-call room that I had gotten in last night.
I rubbed my eyes and yawned. I had wakened up earlier than usual. There was still no light coming from outside but within some hours the first lights of dawn were going to appear, I thought.
I unlocked the door and stepped outside.
I'm sure I had gotten myself in a lot of trouble. I had locked myself in here yesterday and I didn't come out. Everybody must be pissed at me right now.
"Hey! Where have you been?" Matt approached me with a smile and kissed me.
"Sorry. I wasn't feeling well yesterday so I got into an on-call room and fell asleep." I said, it was half true so... "Has the storm calmed down?"
"Yeah, but I'm still going to stick around, I have to do something" He said
"Okay. I'm going to head home" I said, I desperately needed to get out of this place
"Right now?" He asked with a confused look.
"Yeah. I'm still a little sick" I said.
I moved past him and out of the door. I hope nobody saw me, I should ask the chief for some time off.
I got in the car and drove home, right now I just needed to get in my bed, bury my head on the pillow and sleep. I wanted to forget about yesterday.
I arrived home and straight to my bedroom, I didn't even take my clothes off.
I squeezed my eyes shut and tries not to think, I just wanted to forget. I didn't want to think about Jackson nor me.
I kept visualizing the creature I saw in the mirror yesterday. It wouldn't leave my head. It was looking ferociously at me and ready to attack. It's eyes were blood red and its fangs were showing. It wanted to attack.
I remembered the nurse I had killed. It felt good. How could it have? I killed someone. Not in the way that happens normally in the hospital when you mess up. I actually killed him. I was thirsty and I drank his blood.
The smell of blood and it's scent were overpowering. The strength and the rush it gave me were overwhelming.
I felt alive and wild.
I had to stop, I had to stop thinking about it. It wouldn't do me any good now. It would only disgust me and scare me.
I really had to sleep, or black out, or stop thinking. It really didn't matter which one happened.
I finally felt my eyelids became heavier and blackness taking over me.
I guess I was falling asleep, even if it was to painful. I still could think, but I could only think about one thing. The rest were wiped away from my memory, maybe they weren't important. I don't know.
I only know that they only thing I could focus on, was Jackson.
