Delilah looked up at the sign on the door. "604," she breathed. She put a code into the keypad on the handle.

It beeped and opened.

She peered into the room, first making sure no one else was inside, and then making sure no one was watching her. Then she walked inside.

A dark haired man was laid on the metallic table, a white sheet pulled up to his neck. It looked as if he had just been cleaned up.

Delilah could already feel something in her gut, and soon enough she identified it as the anger she felt before but it was different. There was a feeling of loss around it...or betrayal. She clenched her fists and stopped by the body's side.

She looked at the paperwork left on the small table next to the patient's head. She ran her finger down until she found a name. "Theo Galavan," she looked back at his face.

"If you want to learn about me..." a ghostly voice echoed in her head, "touch him."

Delilah hovered her hand above the man's pale forehead, somewhat unsure if she really wanted to do this.

The voice was more firm. "Touch him..."

Giving in, she let her hand rest on his skin. An image flashed in her mind's eye.

She was standing in front of an audience. The lights blinded her eyes, she could only see the first few tables before her. She heard a voice from behind her say "I said enough."

Confusion, the scary kind.

She turned to see none other than Theo Galavan, and that's when a an ugly ripping feeling tore through her throat.

Him.

She began to fall. The pain was unbearable. Her throat and mouth filled with blood, so much blood. She tried to talk, but it came out as nothing more than a gurgle. Couldn't breathe, couldn't think.

Emotions filling her head. She couldn't decipher them, there were so many. It was overwhelming.

"I know, I know..." she could hear Galavan condescendingly spit. "Not what we rehearsed, I'm sorry so sorry Jerome."

The light began to fade away.

"You have real talent. But now you see, the plot thickens...enter the hero."

The sorrow hurt more than the pulsing ache in her neck, so strong as if it was her own. "You said..I...was...gonna be..." The last thing she saw was Theo Galavan towering above her.

Delilah ripped her hand from his skin. "You're the one that killed him." She stared at the body. Then she did something even she, herself, was surprised by.She slapped him across the face, jumping back a split second after. She held her fisted hands close to her chest, trying to stop shaking with the overwhelming anger that had nearly overcome her. "More than my mother did he killed me...I always expected it from her." She heard the voice echo through her mind.

She looked over at the door. She had to leave before she did something she regretted.

"This is Doctor Delilah Smith speaking. The date is the fourth of November 2019. I am situated in lab 306 with patient 826. The patient had begun shallow breathing. It is steady and faint, similar to his heartbeat. Drip therapy has been increased to ensure the patient is receiving the vital fluids needed for further progress." The button clicked. "Right then, what shall it be today?" she took his arm in her hand. "It was this one wasn't it?" she felt the knotted muscle in his arm. She began to massage it to try and get it out.

"So, I went into 604..." her eyes stayed on his pale arm. "I hope there isn't much pain when you wake up." She glanced at his neck.

Stitches lined a large proportion of his neck, presumably where he was stabbed.

"It must have been horrible..." her thoughts trailed off. "Is it true what they say about your life flashing before your eyes?" she placed his arm back down and pulled a small light from her lab coat. She lifted his eyelid with a finger and shone the light in. She observed his pupil dilatation for a few seconds. "Once your breathing and heartbeat is stronger, you should be able to open your eyes. I think it will be a while before you can speak, however. Possibly longer than other patients due to your… injury."

After checking the other eye, she took a closer look at his neck. "Well, I'm glad it healed nicely. Hopefully it's done just as well internally. We'll find out for sure when you wake up." she smiled. She placed the torch back in her pocket. "That dream last night, it was so clear." She ran her finger through his hair, fixing the parting. "You're getting stronger each day."

Jerome lay motionless.

"But do me a favor, my psychotic ginger twin." She moved closer to his ear. "Wake up soon and stop these dreams."

A figure stood in an alleyway. The moon illuminated the floor and threw shadows onto the walls.

Delilah placed her hand on a stone wall to find her way towards the figure. She saw a glimmer of ginger hair. "Jerome?"

He was covered in blood.

Her hand shot to her mouth in horror.

Jerome held a knife. He pointed it towards the ground beside him.

Delilah followed the knife's end and saw a figure slumped on the floor, a pool of blood around him. She crouched down in an attempt to identify him.

A tall man, blonde hair, blue eyes, dressed in a casual t-shirt and jeans.

She reached out to him.

"I do the touching, not you!" a voice shouted.

It was her ex's voice.

She recoiled back, getting further surprised when Jerome moved around in front of her and held out the knife. She looked down at the silver weapon, blood covering most of the handle. She took it.

A smile crept onto Jerome's face. He stepped aside to clear her path.

"Trust me… Lili"

She brought the knife down onto her ex's chest.