Not sure if this makes it better or worse for Ecklie. You'll see. Please please please review. Fearing I may have gone too far and lost my readers.
Ecklie was going insane. His normal pattern was disrupted. He had never had any intention of going back to that hospital but was becoming more and more distracted.
He could no longer concentrate, he felt like he was losing control, whenever his mind wandered back to it he could barely breathe.
He had lost the initiative, he had lost the control he so desperately craved, he needed to reassert it.
Before he knew where he was he had left work in the middle of his shift and found himself sat outside of the hospital in his car with no recollection of ever telling his body to drive there. He sat outside staring up at the window to her floor. He realised he had already made an unconscious decision to go into the hospital, he had to at least see her, watch her, see the flash of fear in her eyes as he examined her every movement. He needed to control her again, here she was outside his control. She needed to know that he was still watching her, that he was still listening to her, that he could still punish her, that he was still in control.
He finally acted on his decision and walked into the building.
Chrissie smiled at the receptionist Diane as she laid her completed folder on the pile. She sighed and attempted blew a puff of hair off her forehead.
"Finally finished" she commented.
Diane simply laughed at her and watched as Chrissie glanced the clock.
"I've been gone a while, I should get back to my ward."
Diane grinned, "Have fun!"
"Always" Chrissie replied sarcastically, she did like her job but it was tedious sometimes. She made to turn around and head back to her floor when she did a double-take. She could've sworn she had seen ....
She had seen him, she hurried the few steps ack to Diane. "Stall that guy over there" she whispered urgently grabbing Diane's cell off the desk before running outside where she could actually get reception.
She dug in the front pocket of her uniform. It had to be there somewhere. Hands shaking she managed to pull out a scrap of paper with a few words and a phone number on.
She cursed as it continued ringing, begging the caller to pick, she glanced back and saw Diane was talking to the guy she had seen, she was sure it was him.
The phone went to answerphone, she cursed again and typed the number into the phone again with fumbling fingers.
"Come on come on, pick up!" she whispered under her breath into the phone.
After what seemed like an eternity the ringing stopped.
"What?" called a gruff voice harshly down the phone, Chrissie cursed again mentally as she realised he would've been asleep during the day with him working night-shift. But screw that, he needed telling, he'd told her to rign him any time day or night.
"Cap'n Brass?" she question down the phone.
"Who's asking?"
"Chrissie. I'm one of the nurses on Miss. Sidle's ward." Even down the phone she could hear him sit suddenly bolt upright, wide awake.
"What's happened?" he asked curtly.
"He's here-" she got broken off by his quick reply.
"Stall him, keep him in reception. I'm on my way" was all he said before he disconnected the phone.
Chrissie stood breathing heavily and leaned against the wall for support. She didn't know what the man had done, she didn't even know who he really was, she just knew that she didn't want to be in Sara's position as the object of his attention, and that something within her recoiled at the very sight of him.
She took a deep breath and stood up straight pulling her shoulders back as she walked back into the hospital to try and delay the visitor as much as she could.
OK, was going to be a longer chapter
but this was I update quicker, so next update should hopefully be pretty soon.
Please review (don't care if I'm sounding desperate) at least I'm not as obsessed as Ecklie.