When the clown said it would keep me company on my last night, I actually expected It to hang around all day with me. But Pennywise left the second I closed my eyes when I tried to take a nap. The room was only filled with the sound of the heart rate monitor, my breathing, and the sound of the sheets I tussled on.

I woke up waiting for the clown to appear again, but it's been hours. I looked out the window and noticed it's about to be night time and It hasn't been back. That clown's a huge liar. Yet you believe it'll take care of you.

I groaned at my own thoughts. I'm seriously going to lose it if I spend another hour alone in this room with nothing but the same machine sound. I stayed quiet for a while, trying to calm myself down. But the annoying machine pissed me off that I felt like I watched to push it over. So I did. Blood came rushing into my arms and I hit the heart monitor making the screen crack a little.

I groaned at the pain I felt in my knuckles. I tried to calm myself down again.

Suddenly, the door opened, and my subconscious anticipated a tall clown behind it but instead, I'm greeted by the bright light outside the room and the nurse's warm smile. She walked over to the feet of my bed to look at the clipboard attached to the frame, "Good evening," she greeted then walked over at my side, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm good, thanks." I calmly smiled at her,

She laid her hand on top of my arm as she checked the IV attached to me, "Looks like you're checking out tomorrow." She scanned the room, "Where's your-uh-"

Honestly, I don't even know. "I don't know." was all I said,

She sighed, "Probably got you something to eat. But the staff's about to bring you food prescribed by the doctor himself, too. So I prefer you eat that instead."

"Um," I quickly caught her name attached to her clothing, "Debra?"

She smiled at me again,

"How long have I been in the hospital?"

"Oh," she walked over to the feet of the bed again to check my clipboard, "As of today, you were checked in three days ago."

"I've been sleeping for three days?" I tried not to freak out,

"Well, two and a half to be exact since you were finally conscious a few hours ago." She slipped her hand inside her pocket, "Don't worry, Ms. Dunn. Tonight will be your last night here."

"Who took me to the hospital? Wh-what happened?"

She slowly approached me and began to tell me the story with a light grimace on her face as if she could still see the image in her head as she spoke fast, "You were rushed in the hospital by your boyfriend. He seemed calm, but honestly, I think he was just shocked at everything that's why he was so stiff."

Or because he's really just not shocked at all, I mentally thought.

"So we took you in from the emergency room and stitched you up. You lost a lot of blood, Alissa. Thankfully, you and your boyfriend have the same blood type. So he gave yo-"

"-Well, hello, nurse." Paul-yes, Paul himself-barged in the room with a paperbag in his hands. He shut the door behind him, "What did I miss?"

Why is he here now?

Debra turned around and smiled at Paul, "Oh, hello. I'm Debra," she asked for his hand and it took him a while before he shook it. Kinda obvious that Paul's not used to human interaction. I looked away trying not to be obvious that I know Paul isn't exactly who Debra thinks he is,

She looked at me, smiling, "I was telling your girlfriend what happened-"

"-Oh, Debra." Paul frowned, "I don't think my girlfriend's ready to know about that. Don't you think?"

Oh no he isn't going to have his way now. I mean, I'm not doing anything wrong?

I interrupted him, "No." I said quite loudly, making both of them pause to glance at me, "I asked her what happened to me before. I wanted to know."

Paul gave me that look and approached me to touch my hand, "Alissa...honey." He started and I rolled my eyes, "I think you need some rest. I'm just worried about you-"

He wants to play like that, huh?

"No." I kept my ground and he stayed quiet, "I want to know." I almost commanded Paul to sit his ass down but I successfully calmed myself down mentally as Debra tried to ease the tension between us when she stood beside me at the other side of the bed. Paul and I stared at each other until he finally gave me a smug look before pretending to prepare whatever fake food he had in there. Who knows, he might have only appeared in the room because he sensed she knew something.

I know he did something to me. He wouldn't barge in here if it was something that was supposed to be kept from me.

"You were saying, Debra?" I tentatively asked her before I tore my gaze away from Paul's eyes that I noticed was beginning to turn gold,

She rested her palm on my arm, "Well like I said, you were rushed here and you lost a lot of blood..." she looked over at Paul who I could have sworn stole a glimpse at us, "...but you're very lucky, Alissa."

I looked at her and smiled lightly,

"You're lucky you have your boyfriend."

My smile disappeared,

"He gave you the blood you needed."

"The blood I needed?" I glanced at Paul,

She giggled faintly. She probably thinks this is some romantic move Paul has done. "Yeah! He donated some of his blood so they could transfer it to you."

I kept my eyes at Paul,

"You two are very lucky because he has the same blood type." She continued as I saw Paul slowly turn around, blank-faced, leaning against the counter,

"Lucky indeed." I muttered, still staring at Paul.

She glanced at her wristwatch alarming her, "Oh, well, I better get going. Have more patients to attend to." She touched my arm again and smiled ever so lovingly, "I'll see you again, Ms. Dunn."

I nodded and stayed quiet, still staring back at Paul.

She headed to the other side of my bed first and fixed the heart rate monitor as she noticed it was moved. Then, she muttered goodbye before leaving as I watched her. When she shut the door, I glanced at Paul who was now in his original form.

"You fucking clown."