The Cave: Chapter Three
A/N: Still not much response, but I do really appreciate the feedback. I am currently working on finding a beta for the story, so hopefully the mistakes will be fixed with that. However, that will mean there will be a longer time gap between the chapters. I also know this is a little different writing style, and I hope it portrays the emotions of the characters well. Hope you enjoy and again, I do appreciate the feedback!
Warning: This is again a darker fic. I know it hasn't been too graphic, but I would rather be safe than sorry. With that said, this chapter is going to be more dark/graphic than the first two. Be warned.
Remy couldn't stay still, not since Chase left. Her leg was still shaking, moving just faster than her racing mind. She paced the room, trying to calm herself down. The task seemed all but hopeless. Everything was falling apart. She was going insane and there was no one around to stop her. She was isolated between the lies and secret she kept from those around her.
Remy stopped in her tracks, taking a deep breath as she tried to get him out of her mind. She was more than frustrated by his continuous presents in her unconsciousness, torturing her one more time. The flashbacks were becoming more common and many times she couldn't even tell if they were real or not. Was she really endangered again or was she just crazy? Either way, she wasn't exactly sure how she was going to deal.
She couldn't do this.
Those words haunted her again. She believed them more and more every time. She couldn't actually do this.
Remy's mind went to Chase. Maybe she couldn't handle this, at least alone. He could help. But before the idea even settled, she already doubted it.
What could he do? If she was going insane, wasn't he just going to help lock her away? Put her with all society's rejects like she belonged. She knew if she told him everything, he would for sure have her locked away. No, there was a reason she had not told.
She couldn't do this.
There was no way out. Remy could feel her whole body shake. All she wanted to do was fall on the floor and cry. Just cry and cry until there was nothing left of her. She would give anything just to disappear, runaway from all of this.
But he would be there. There was no place she could run that he wouldn't be. He was already so deep in her mind; there was no way to escape him.
This fact settled on the young doctor's mind, causing a small whimper to leave her mouth. She was stuck, forever trapped in this nightmare.
It was about this time that a scalpel from an old bio set she had out on displayed caught her eye. The blade caught the light in the most alluring matter. It wasn't like this was the first time she thought about taking her own life, but for some reason it was different. She was much calmer about the idea. Logically she knew this was the only escape.
Her body stilled for a second before the young doctor moved towards the display.
She could do this.
Chase walked into the side office late the next morning. The Australian doctor had been out rather late the night before, drowning himself in vodka and a beautiful brunette. The headache he was carrying now was pretty mild compared to some he had been experiencing in his past, but it was still not welcoming the hospital's lights. Honestly, the last place he wanted to be was in this office, but he refused to call in.
"You're late," Taub said without looking up from his newspaper. Chase gave him a look before searching the room. Only Taub and Foreman sat by around the desk. Thirteen wasn't there. He wasn't sure why, but the blonde started to panic.
"Where is Thirteen?" he asked quickly.
"Haven't heard from her yet. Assume she is still sick," Foreman said nonchalantly. Without saying a word, Chase all but ran out of the office, leaving his two coworkers puzzled.
"Thirteen!" Chase had been knocking for a full minute with no response. He had tried calling her on his way there but all his calls had gone straight to voicemail.
"Can I help you?" the voice came from a young man down the hall a little bit.
"Do you know Dr. Hadley?" Chase asked, worry consuming him.
"Oh yeah, she should be at work," the neighbor responded a little hesitantly.
"I know I work with her at the hospital. I think she is sick, she might have hurt herself," Chase explained, trying to see if this man knew how to get in.
"I house sat for her when she went on her trip a while ago," the man answer, concerned by Chase's action. "Give me a second." The man disappeared for a second before popping back out in the hall.
"Dr. Hadley hasn't been doing well, has she?" he asked. Chase didn't respond, waiting for the younger man to unlock the door.
As Chase walked in the door, he wasn't sure what to expect. Possibly that all her things were gone and she ran away again. Maybe Thirteen curled in a corner crying. Whatever it was, something in his gut told him that this was wrong.
"Thirteen?" Chase said, turning the corner to the open apartment. He scanned the open area, the neighbor in tow.
As he walked into the bedroom he noticed the bathroom door slightly ajar. A small glimmer of crimson caught his eyes and the young doctor took off running. As he flung open the door it took all of him not to just stop in pure shock.
There in the oversized tub laid Remy, pale as can be. But it wasn't Thirteen that caught Chase's attention, it was the pool of blood outside the tub, right under her left lifeless wrist.
Chase was already at the body when Remy's young neighbor came walked into the bathroom. Unlike the doctor, he had not been exposed to that much blood on a daily basis. His voice shook as he asked the obvious question he wasn't ready to believe.
"Call 9-1-1!" Chase ordered in response. The younger man fumbled with his phone before finally dialing the emergency response.
Chase had begun triage the best he could. Pressure to the wound. Look for a heartbeat. He replayed all the first aid 101 as he aided his friend, praying he wasn't too late. After a moment of looking, he felt a heartbeat. It was faint, and he knew that it wasn't going to last much longer.
He wasn't too late.
Chase went to autopilot after that, recruiting Thirteen's neighbor before the paramedics arrived minutes later. It wasn't until she was on the stretcher, IV's in her arm that Chase took a breath. Wiping off his friend's blood from his hands, Chase all but collapsed in tears on the bathroom floor.