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Paul did not know why or how he felt this way, but he felt something he have not felt in years. He could not figure out why she had that effect on him, she was just like all the rest of the souls and patients of the hospital. Though, she was not like the others. She was special and he did not know why. It was just her presence that got him. It was so familiar and yet so strange and new to him.

Staring at the floor, Paul tried to clear his mind by getting rid of the flea bag. He hated that flea bag; it was always ruining his fun. Paul sat on top of a wooden beam with a loose pipe balancing on the beam waiting to fall.

"Come on, flea bag. Just a few more steps." Paul said to himself as the anteater walked down the dim hall of the Old Kingdom. Last time Paul tried to trap the anteater, some patient took the pipe off. But this time, the ant eater was alone. He was coming closer.

And closer.

Paul got ready to kick the pipe off of the beam.

The anteater was right there.

"Excuse me?" Paul jumped slightly when the voice of a girl echoed through the air. Everything stopped and at the end of the hall was a small blonde girl who looked lost and frightened. Paul rolled his eyes and slouched down so he was in a relaxed sitting position. Now he had to worry about the brat –Mary-, the flea bag, and now Shayna. Always ruining the fun.

"Excuse me?" Shayna said in a small like whisper as the aunt eater turned around. Her eyes were wide and she took one small step back.

"Well, you wanted my help. I'm not going to harm you." The deep voice came out of the anteater though his mouth did not move.

"I…uh…I want to go home. Can you take me back to my mother?" Shayna asked in a childlike voice.

"Shayna Rivers. Ah, I have been waiting for you." The anteater said walking closer and closer to the shaking girl.

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"Decreasing? Her…her…oh no, Dr. Hook, why?"

"I am not positive, Ms. Rivers. Dr. Stegmen is on vacation and I was the fill in this afternoon. From Doctor Stegman's notes, he said that the bullet was deep within the brain and he could not get it easily. He-"

"He did it didn't he. He was the one who caused the damage, the permanent damage. He made a mistake didn't he?" Ms. Rivers said calmly, stroking her daughter's hand. Doctor Hook sighed and looked down at the sleeping Shayna.

"I am not quit sure, but-"

"It's ok, Doctor, I have heard of Mona Klingermen and Nicole Lois. I know that my daughter is going to be one of them. A house cleaner." Ms. Rivers thought about the two other girls. Mona Klingermen was a patient at Kingdom Hospital and now could not do anything really besides clean. And Nicole Lois was the girl at Boston General who Doctor Stegman worked on. Now, Shayna Rivers would be added to the list, Ms. Rivers knew it.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Rivers." Doctor Hook said before passing her the tissue box and gave her a package of cookies that was in his pockets. Ms. Rivers looked at him confused.

"You look like you haven't eating in days, Ms. Rivers. I know it isn't much, but you need to eat something." Doctor Hook said before smiling and walking out the door. Ms. Rivers looked down at the package of cookies Chocolate chip. Ms. Rivers opened the package and slowly bit into one of the moist cookies. Her mind thinking about the fact that her only child would be in the same category as the "nut cases".

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1934

Paul was walking down the hall way in the dark, careful not to be heard or seen. No one was allowed to walk around without permission or accompaniment. Paul often walked around though. He had nothing else to do. The night was silent until Paul heard a very small voice cry out.

"Can someone help me?" Paul stopped and looked into the dark room besides him. He could not see anyone really, except for a small outline of a boy on the bed.

"My name is Paul; do you need help?"

"Yes. I need help getting out." Paul thought about it for a couple of seconds before walking into the room.

"The straps?"

"Yes." The voice was weak and seemed like it hurt to talk. Paul turned on the light to see a very pale, thin boy. Paul started to work on the straps.

"Thanks, those belts were really starting to hurt. My name is Randy Ransom." The boy said when Paul finished unhooking the straps. The boy reached over and grabbed the cup of well water, though he did not drink it.

"Oh. How long have you been in here for?" Paul asked the sickly looking boy.

"Along time."

"Yeah, when are you getting out?" Paul said sitting on the foot of the bed looking at Randy. Randy was pale, sickly pale. His red hair was greasy looking and his grey eyes looked lifeless. His voice was raspy. Paul shook his head slightly.

"I don't know. I started coughing up blood and then I am here with that man poking me with those spikes." Randy said showing Paul his arms. His arms were red and small holes dotted his arm. Paul showed him his arms. They were nearly identical.

"Well, my mom and dad sent me hear because they say I am a mad boy. They say that I get angry easily and it is "dangerous to me". I have been in here for almost a year now."

"A year?!" Randy's eyes got big.

"Yeah, a year. I don't think I'm ever gonna get outta here. My parents don't care about me." Paul said hopping off the bed and pacing around the room.

"Don't cha get any visitors?" Randy asked and Paul made a sound.

"Only my sister on occasions. My mom stops by to give me a school book once a week but she doesn't talk to me. She just gives me that look like "get working, boy." They don't care about me. I was just a burden to them." Paul said.

Paul and Randy talked for twenty minutes before some cleaner told Paul to get back to his room. The man said that he could not come in this room since he could catch what ever the patient had. Staff never knew the patient's names, especially cleaners. The man was confused on how he could get in Randy's room since it was locked, but the hospital staff did not find out about the missing set of keys.

Days went by and Paul stopped by every day for a few minutes to see his first and only friend. They talked about a lot of things, but nothing in particular. And after a month, they became very close friends. However, one day no one was in Randy's room. Everything was dark and there was a heavy, stale smell in the air.

Paul was confused and ran back to his room where he crawled back into his bed just sat there. He had nothing else to do besides wait for something to happen. Maybe a nurse would allow him to go down to the Friendship room, where patients could walk around freely and interact. Though, no one got into the room easily. Paul was only in there once and he was kicked out because he started a fight with some boy who beat him in chess.

Maybe the nurse would take him to the Pain Room. Paul hopped he would not have to go down there. He hated that pain room. The doctor would do awful stuff to his patients and caused many deaths in the hospital. You could hear patients screaming from wherever you were in the hospital.



"Paul? Paul Morlock, you have a visitor." A nurse said and Paul looked over to the door way to see a small brunette walking into the room with a friendly smile on her face.

"Mary Jean!" Paul said happily as he saw his sister walk into the room. She had a big smile on her face and her hair was in nice curls.

"Hey Paul. I missed you when I was gone." Mary Jean said as she walked over to the bed.

"Really?"

"Ofcourse I did! You're my little brother, how could I not miss you?" Mary Jean said taking a hold of Paul's hand.

"Mom and dad don't."

"Well, that is mom and dad. It is much quieter at home now that you are gone, you know that?" Mary Jean asked and Paul rolled his eyes.

"You tell me every time." Paul rolled his eyes again, but in a playful way.

"Sorry. So, what have you been up to?"

"Oh. I made a friend. I known him for a month. He is a patient in the hospital. They moved his room so now I don't see much of him." Mary Jean was smiling and listening to her little brother. She was very interested, but most likely since he never had a real friend before. "His name is Randy Ransom."

Mary Jean's smile faded and she gripped her brother's hand. "Paul?"

"What?" Paul asked in a confused tone.

"Well I don't really know how to tell you this, but your friend, Randy…he was in the newspaper like three months back. He was in the obituaries. Do you know what the obituaries are, Paul?" Mary Jean said with a shaky voice. Paul shook his head in confusion. Mary Jean stood up.

"Paul, that is were people who died recently are listed. Randy Ransom died three months ago of chocking on his own blood. Are you sure you say him?" Mary Jean was now very scared. Her whole body was shaking.

"Yes. He was as real to me, as you are. I…I..I saw him and he said he was here for a long time. Mary Jean, I am crazy aren't I?"

"I…I..you don't believe that." Mary Jean said before grabbing her handkerchief and batting her eyes dry.

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I just want to thank everyone who read this, and the previous parts. I know this is not one of my best, but I really needed to get why Paul turned out the way he did in present time…if that makes sense to you all. Anyways, I would appreciate suggestions or comments. If you want suggest another story idea (for future stories) you could PM me or write it in a comment. Thanks guys! Please review to tell me how I am doing!!