With sweaty palms, Mr. Mitchell flexed his fists, opening and closing them over and over. He had just ducked around a corner, having seen Aubrey walking down the hall toward him. She didn't see him, he assumed. Or there probably would have been a scene, caused by her and her over opinionated mouth.
He watched her, from where he stood off to the side of a darkened hallway. She walked passed him, her eyes locked ahead of her. He watched, moving forward a bit, to see her disappear around the corner. Letting out a breath, he straightened his jacket and wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. Then scanned the area, searching for something.
When his eyes landed on the sign, pointing in the direction of a supply closet, he smirked before making his way towards it. Already seeing that this hospital, didn't bother to add locks on the doors. It was a secure floor he supposed. For now.
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Stacie looked up from her phone when Chloe stood up.
"What's up?" She asked, looking at Beca for any sign that she might have woken up. Chloe shook her head.
"Nothing, just, need to walk, or something." She said. Stacie could hear the frustration rising in her voice. Her eyes were red rimmed, she was exhausted and knowing that Beca should be awake, but wasn't was beginning to get to her. She watched as Chloe swayed slightly and knew she was likely to fall, of she didn't sit down.
"Try to stay calm, Chlo, why do you sleep for a little while? I could have them bring in a cot, right next to her?" She asked. "You can hold her hand, and get some rest. You're no good to her, or yourself if you are the walking dead." She said lightly and stood up, "Look at you, you're exhausted."
Chloe ran her hands through her hair, pulling it back into a messy bun, and nodded. "Yeah, you're right." She said looking at Beca in the bed. "Okay, I'll try to get some sleep, thank you, Stace." She smiled tiredly and Stacie nodded with a smile and left the room, in search of a cot.
Chloe blew out a breath, and looked around, before walking into the bathroom to splash some water on her face. Blinking against the automatic florescent light the clicked on.
She quietly closed the door and walked over to the sink, turning the water on and letting her hands rest under it. She was so tired and the room looked like it was moving. Blinking hard a few times, she splashed the water on her face, and leaned over the sink, her eyes closed letting the water drip off her face, as she braced herself by her forearms.
Still not fully sure she was aware of what was happening. It all took place so fast, and she had been awake for so long. She was starving, but the thought of food also made her sick to her stomach. That didn't make any sense. She could practically feel her thoughts begin to fade and she turned the sink off, her eyes still closed.
Standing back, she swayed again and her eyes seemed to be against her, in wanting to stay open. Knowing if she didn't sit down, she was going to fall, she leaned her back against the wall, and slid down it. Pulling her knees up and resting her arms on them she dropped her head to rest on them. Stacie would get her when she came back, and then she could fall asleep next to Beca. She just needed to rest her eyes for a second. Then Stacie would get her. She barely registered the room falling into darkness as the automatic lights went out, and she soon drifted off with them.
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Stacie looked around the area down the hall from Becas room. The nurse's station was deserted. And the lights were dim. She knew it was late, and guessed they were making their rounds. Walking up to the desk, she looked for something to alert them she was there but found nothing. She didn't see or hear the door behind her open, nor did she feel someone walk up behind her. By the time she felt the presence that stood behind her, it was too late and she turned to see a familiar scowl before pain erupted in her head and she fell.
She felt her body be lifted, carried into a dark area and dropped carelessly on the floor. She groaned in pain as she hit the floor, and blinked her eyes open. Everything was blurry, but she could see someone standing over her. They didn't speak, only stood there. She could see the rapid rise and fall of their chest, and knew instantly who it was.
She followed their movement as they reached above her and placed their hand on something on the wall, dropping their head and breathing hard.
She shook her head lightly and tried to sit up. "Mr. Mitchell, don't-"She said, feeling a sharp pain in her head and she fell back.
She saw him look at her, as she began to lose consciousness. "You won't get away-"She said.
"Shut up." He growled. "I already have."
She winced as his foot connected with her side and she rolled over, curling herself into a fetal position. Wishing someone would appear, a nurse, Aubrey, anyone.
She felt woozy and closed her eyes against the pain. The last think she heard was a loud siren blaring and the hallway filled with red and white flashing lights.
Mr. Mitchell was gone.
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Aubrey had just exited the elevator when the sirens went off and she stopped, her eyes wide. Two doctors and a nurse ran out of a conference room to her right.
"What's happening?" She called.
"Miss, go to the lobby, please."
Aubrey shook her head. "No, y friends are on this floor-"
"You can meet them in the lobby and the patients will be taken care of. Go now," The doctor instructed as the hall began to fill with people, who were visiting family, and nurses who were checking on patients.
She looked around, hoping to see Chloe and Stacie, and being shoved slightly as people moved passed her.
"Everyone please exit the floor through the elevator and stairs, we will update you as we find out what has set the alarm. Please go to the lobby and wait for instructions there. You're loved ones, are in good hands." He called and Aubrey sighed, looking around once more before getting back onto the elevator.
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Mr. Mitchell was careful to avoid being noticed as he headed in the opposite direction of everyone else. He could see the room that held Beca, and knew that at least two of the people who could potentially stop him were gone. He could handle the redhead.
As he slipped inside, he closed and locked the door. Waiting for a moment before walking further into the room, finding it empty aside from the sleeping body in the bed.
He walked over, his eyes blazing. Sweat had formed on his face long ago, and his breathing was becoming a problem. He had to do this. He should have done it at the radio station. Just gotten it over with. He walked over to the bed and looked down at her.
Her face was bruised, from where he had punched her. As were her arms, from what he assumed was the fall. She looked pathetic. It angered him, seeing her in the bed, looking like she could be dead, but wasn't. Why couldn't she just have died? Broke her neck? Why didn't she burn? That was the plan.
Now he had to finish it this way, and he was tired of this already. It should have be done. He glared down at her, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out what he had gone into the supply closet for. He smiled as he pulled out a syringe and popped the cap off.
He stepped over to her IV drip. "I saw this in a movie, once or twice." He spoke calmly. Too Calmly.
He pulled it back, filling the tube with air. "You see?" He asked holding it up. "I inject a bubble into your drip." He said and carefully stuck the needle into the tube.
"And it makes it way to your heart, and cuts off the blood supply to your organs. Then," He said and pushed the air into the tube.
"You'll go into cardiac arrest, or have a stroke. It will hurt." He said watching the bubble move through the tube. "And then, you will die." He said, his smile fading as he looked at her.
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The blaring sound of a siren pierced through Chloe's nearly comatose state. She looked up, blinking in confusing. She hadn't set alarm. She looked around trying to take in her surroundings but it was dark.
After a second, it came back to her. No, she hadn't set an alarm. She was in the hospital, Beca was in an accident. Her breathing became rapid. She had fallen asleep in the bathroom, and that sound.
She pushed off the ground, her heart pounding. That was a fire alarm. She moved forward through the darkness and grasped the door handle, twisting and wrenching it open.
She rushed out and froze. Her eyes landing on, first, Beca as she still lay unmoving in the bed. Then to someone who definitely shouldn't be there.
Mr. Mitchell turned his head to look at her. Her eyes, wide and falling to the needle in his hand.
"No," She gasped, then looked at Beca. "No, what did you do!" She screamed and rushed forward as Beca's body convulsed before becoming rigid and her heart monitor sounded deafeningly in her ears. She stopped next to Beca, grabbing her, as the room was filled with one long, continuous beep.
A/N: OH MY. Please review
