A/N: So, now that I have gone back to school, I can't guarantee how often I'll update this. I'll try to as much as possible, but I think we'll see. I really want to keep updating, because I know where I want to go with this, and I know how it ends. So, I'm really excited to get to that part. Anyways, please enjoy. Please Review, I would really love to hear how I'm doing and hear some ways to improve. Thanks so much for reading through 37 chapters to get here!

Chapter 38: Bump in the Night

Dr. Lang got the call around midnight. He was still sitting in his office at the hospital, rubbing his temples and trying to look at some remaining charts. He was desperate for the day to end. His wife was waiting at home, and she could only take so many of his late nights.

"Hello?" he said.

"Jamie?" a voice asked.

It sounded garbled, and Dr. Lang could tell that it was garbled on purpose. The voice was perfectly audible, but he didn't recognize the voice. He was pretty sure no one could.

"No, this is Dr. Lang."

"Is Jamie still there? It's urgent," the voice replied.

"No. She went home hours ago."

"Damn it. Ok, thanks. Sorry for bothering you."

"Why do you need her?"

"Uh," silence on the other end, "it's her second job. We just wanted to talk to her… she's late."

"Ah, well I'll let her know you called if I see her."

"Sure. Thanks. Bye."

The mysterious voice hung up, and there was nothing but the dial tone left of the call.

Dr. Lang headed back out into the oncology ward and he was surprised by the silence. Typically, there was some conversation at the nurse's station or something at least ringing or beeping. Tonight, there was not a sound.

He could see the door to the medicine room open in the back corner of the station as he got closer. He walked a little faster, and inside he could see Jamie, on a computer he never knew existed.

"Jamie?"

She turned around with a look of shock on her face. She rushed out of the room and clicked a button before she left.

"Dr. Lang? What are you still doing here?"

He scratched his head, still confused, "I was finishing up some paperwork. What the hell are YOU doing here? You went home hours ago!"

"Damn it Doctor! You were supposed to stay on schedule. You always go home at 9PM and then you come back tomorrow and catch up. Damn it!" she screamed.

"You didn't answer my question," he said calmly.

"Who cares about your question? You've ruined everything," she brought her watch up to her mouth, "Abort. Mission compromised. We have a Code Green; Alert Headquarters."

Dr. Lang watched this in awe. He couldn't believe that something like that had just happened. It was the kind of thing that he had only ever seen in spy movies.

His twin, Brant, had always loved spy movies. He couldn't get enough of them. He talked about becoming a spy until his 18th birthday. Suddenly, all discussions of spies had stopped. He went into business, and he made tons of money. At least, that's what he always said at family events. He had never seemed to know about college, even though he had gone to college for four years.

Dr. Lang could just make out the voice from the ear piece he could now see in Jamie's ear.

"Tell him… twin," the voice said, breaking up.

"No, I can't. He's not cleared," she said facing away from him.

"You… tell… almost dead. Can't be…. Make it," the voice continued, sounding as if it was yelling.

"What? I thought he was going to be fine," Dr. Lang felt his insides shrink up as he heard more and more. He feared it was his twin.

"… lost a lot... blood. Very weak. Tell…. Fired."

"You wouldn't?"

Dr. Lang could hear the end perfectly, "I would. Now tell him."

Jamie stopped talking and turned around. She took a deep breath and looked around for a second, putting her hand through her hair.

"I'm not sure where to begin, Dr. Lang."

About an hour had passed, since I had heard the men. I sat hugging my knees and staring at the door. Fear still gripped me and I just wanted it to go away. I wanted them to go away from my head. My heart was still pounding and I couldn't stop crying.

I couldn't remember a time that I had been more afraid before that night. It was terrible.

About an hour later, I heard footsteps outside my door again. I struggled to breathe normally and quietly but I only got louder. I'm pretty sure it was hyperventilating.

There was a soft knock at the door, "Kristy?" a voice whispered.

I stayed silent and I prayed that the voice would just go away. I didn't want to see anyone, and I prayed the men weren't back.

"Kristy, are you there?" the voice repeated.

I think if the light was on, I would have seen the color drain out of my face.

I heard a squeak and the doorknob was turning. The mysterious stranger was coming in.

Through the door came Blaine and I was relieved. It was the first time I had seen him since his mom and he didn't look very good.

"Blaine, are you okay?" I said through my tears.

"I think I should be asking you, not you asking me," he said walking over to my bed.

"Blaine, no, I'm fine, really. You look terrible though. What happened?"

He sat down on my bed and hugged me. Normally, I probably would have stopped him. But, of course, this night had been anything but normal.

I leaned into his shoulder and cried some more. I just wanted to sit there and cry. I prayed he wouldn't ask me again. I prayed that this was all a dream and my subconscious was just trying to help me out a bit with Blaine.

Blaine watched as Kristy's crying got worse. He didn't know what to do.

"Kristy, c'mon, just tell me what happened."

"I," another sob erupted, "can't."

He could fell his hospital gown was soaked with tears already. He hated to see her like this. He really did. He looked around the room, struggling to find something that could help her. It was dark, but he still tried to see. On her night stand, he saw her iPod.

He realized what he was going to do. He would sing.

I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete

I listened to Blaine, and I felt slightly better. I still couldn't stop crying though.

Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

Blaine looked around the room and then back to Kristy. He couldn't tell if she was any better, because she was only crying harder.

I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

"They're… they're," I struggled to say.

"Shh," he said and kept singing.

Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

As Blaine sang, I felt weight being lifted off of my shoulders.

And if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know

He heard footsteps in the hall and he prayed that no one would hear him singing.

Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

Kristy was crying in his shoulder and didn't notice that the footsteps stopped by her door. He doubted she even heard them. Frankly, he was shocked he did.

And if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go? So why don't we go?

The footsteps walked away, but he still felt uneasy about it. Something didn't seem right about this.

Oh, this could be the end of everything
So why don't we go somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know
Somewhere only we know

As he finished, he noticed the footsteps had come back. Kristy had finally stopped crying and she was looking at him. Unfortunately, his face gave away everything.

I knew when I saw Blaine's face, something was wrong. He was staring at the door and he looked like he was in shock. I looked up at the door, just as soon as there was a knock on it.

A/N: So, the song that Blaine sings, is not the version from Glee. It's supposed to be an acoustic version. Darren sang it for Rolling Stone, so maybe some of you have seen it. If not, here's a link:

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BTW, I just realized I may have used this song before, so I'm sorry about that. But, It is a really good song (if I haven't, just disregard that).

Just remove all the spaces and this is the video. Reviews would make my day. Thanks everyone!