Oh disclaimer. I don't own Maggie/Kathryn, Fred, Doc or anything really.
Just this keyboard and a lotta boredom. Go read.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Things just weren't going very well. As she peeled off the bloody shirt she realized the blood had soaked through and was now streaked across her stomach as well.
'God dammit!' Kathryn cursed as she stumbled out of bed and over to her dresser to find clothes. Drawing out a shirt she grimaced as she hid the blood beneath it. Pulling on a pair of pants she hopped over to the bathroom and threw the bloody shirt into the bathtub so it wouldn't stain her carpet.
Picking up the jacket she had been wearing earlier and grabbing her keys she ran out the door and down the street towards the hospital.
~ ~ ~ ~
"Second floor, room 220" The nurse muttered as she flipped the page of her Readers Digest. Kathryn raised an eyebrow at the response to her urgency to see Dustin. It wasn't that she was worried about him, she was more curious about what had happened to him. Figuring that was all the words she was going to receive Kathryn walked over to the elevator and took it up to the second floor.
"Maggie!" Some one called from down the hall as she stepped out of the elevator. Lost in her own thoughts she didn't respond, the name almost not familiar. Her attention was immediately focused when a hand grabbed her and pulled her into a room. "Doc?"
He acknowledged her and pointed into the room. "He's in there but I don't know if you should see him."
"What? Why? Is he okay?" Her interest doubled at Docs words. "Why wouldn't he want to see me?"
Doc shrugged. "He's been screaming about killers, knives and you. Apparently he was sleepwalking and somehow managed to get some major scrapes. It almost looks like someone cut his back or something."
Her eyes widened with surprise and her hand unconsciously moving up to cover up the blood on her body even though it was hidden under the fabrics of her shirt and jacket. "What does that have to do with me?" She asked as she glanced over towards the bed Dustin was currently sleeping in.
Doc narrowed his eyes, "I think you know"
Kathryn looked away in hopes that he would stop looking at her. It scared her, that he seemed to know. It was almost like he could see her lies and knew who she really was. But he didn't. No one did and she planned on keeping it that way. Jamming her hands into her pockets she was surprised to feel something inside. She was about to pull it from her pocket when she remembered what it was. The knife from the drive.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She snapped and turned away from him. "At least he's alive" She muttered. Walking over to the resting boy she almost feared what she would see.
He was sleeping peacefully, it appeared, with the covers pulled over his body. Guilt began to form in the pit of her stomach as she looked down on him. It was all wrong. The knives and the blood weren't a good thing. She let go of the knife she had been gripping.
Drawing the blanket back with shaking hands she saw the wounds. They were the ones she had carved into his flesh earlier. A flutter of movement brought her attention to his face and his eyes which were opening. Uttering a little cry of surprise she dropped the blanket and backed away from him.
Dustin whispered something that she didn't understand. She was afraid. Afraid of what he knew. "Pardon?"
"Why didn't you help me?" He groaned.
"I don't understand"
Panic was now rising inside her.
Shifting so he was looking at her, he asked again. "Why didn't you help me?"
"I.I don't."
"You just stood there" The accusation in his voice only added to her panic. She did the only thing she could think of with other people present. She ran away.
Pushing past a nurse who was entering the rooms she broke into the hallway and looked for a way out. The elevator seemed to be the shortest way so she ran over and pressed the button.
"Maggie!" Doc called from behind her.
'Don't wanna talk to you, don't wanna.' She thought, but she knew he was going to make her talk anyway.
"Where are you going?"
"Away. All I needed to know for my job was if he was okay. He is. So I'm leaving." She said more calmly then she felt.
Doc just shook his head, "Why are you so afraid?"
Narrowing her eyes she muttered "I'm not afraid"
"But you are, I can hear it in your voice"
Anger exploded inside of her. "Look, you don't know me. You think you know everything because you know about peoples dreams?"
Dock backed away as she advanced towards him.
"Well aren't you special." Kathryn snarled, sarcasm rolling off her tongue.
"Maggie, can't we-"
Fighting back the urge to pull the knife out then an there she cut him off. "You don't know me!"
The elevator doors opened behind her. Spinning around she shot him one last angry look as she stepped into the elevator and closed the doors.
Dustin had shocked her. The cuts were the ones she herself inflicted, but he wasn't dead. He had been dead in the dream. She was confused.
Leaving the hospital, Kathryn headed for home because it seemed that sleep held all the answers.
R&R Please. Sorry this was so long and the writing isn't my best, yes I'm horrible with updating. Will write another soon though. Holidays mean time. And sleep.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Things just weren't going very well. As she peeled off the bloody shirt she realized the blood had soaked through and was now streaked across her stomach as well.
'God dammit!' Kathryn cursed as she stumbled out of bed and over to her dresser to find clothes. Drawing out a shirt she grimaced as she hid the blood beneath it. Pulling on a pair of pants she hopped over to the bathroom and threw the bloody shirt into the bathtub so it wouldn't stain her carpet.
Picking up the jacket she had been wearing earlier and grabbing her keys she ran out the door and down the street towards the hospital.
~ ~ ~ ~
"Second floor, room 220" The nurse muttered as she flipped the page of her Readers Digest. Kathryn raised an eyebrow at the response to her urgency to see Dustin. It wasn't that she was worried about him, she was more curious about what had happened to him. Figuring that was all the words she was going to receive Kathryn walked over to the elevator and took it up to the second floor.
"Maggie!" Some one called from down the hall as she stepped out of the elevator. Lost in her own thoughts she didn't respond, the name almost not familiar. Her attention was immediately focused when a hand grabbed her and pulled her into a room. "Doc?"
He acknowledged her and pointed into the room. "He's in there but I don't know if you should see him."
"What? Why? Is he okay?" Her interest doubled at Docs words. "Why wouldn't he want to see me?"
Doc shrugged. "He's been screaming about killers, knives and you. Apparently he was sleepwalking and somehow managed to get some major scrapes. It almost looks like someone cut his back or something."
Her eyes widened with surprise and her hand unconsciously moving up to cover up the blood on her body even though it was hidden under the fabrics of her shirt and jacket. "What does that have to do with me?" She asked as she glanced over towards the bed Dustin was currently sleeping in.
Doc narrowed his eyes, "I think you know"
Kathryn looked away in hopes that he would stop looking at her. It scared her, that he seemed to know. It was almost like he could see her lies and knew who she really was. But he didn't. No one did and she planned on keeping it that way. Jamming her hands into her pockets she was surprised to feel something inside. She was about to pull it from her pocket when she remembered what it was. The knife from the drive.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She snapped and turned away from him. "At least he's alive" She muttered. Walking over to the resting boy she almost feared what she would see.
He was sleeping peacefully, it appeared, with the covers pulled over his body. Guilt began to form in the pit of her stomach as she looked down on him. It was all wrong. The knives and the blood weren't a good thing. She let go of the knife she had been gripping.
Drawing the blanket back with shaking hands she saw the wounds. They were the ones she had carved into his flesh earlier. A flutter of movement brought her attention to his face and his eyes which were opening. Uttering a little cry of surprise she dropped the blanket and backed away from him.
Dustin whispered something that she didn't understand. She was afraid. Afraid of what he knew. "Pardon?"
"Why didn't you help me?" He groaned.
"I don't understand"
Panic was now rising inside her.
Shifting so he was looking at her, he asked again. "Why didn't you help me?"
"I.I don't."
"You just stood there" The accusation in his voice only added to her panic. She did the only thing she could think of with other people present. She ran away.
Pushing past a nurse who was entering the rooms she broke into the hallway and looked for a way out. The elevator seemed to be the shortest way so she ran over and pressed the button.
"Maggie!" Doc called from behind her.
'Don't wanna talk to you, don't wanna.' She thought, but she knew he was going to make her talk anyway.
"Where are you going?"
"Away. All I needed to know for my job was if he was okay. He is. So I'm leaving." She said more calmly then she felt.
Doc just shook his head, "Why are you so afraid?"
Narrowing her eyes she muttered "I'm not afraid"
"But you are, I can hear it in your voice"
Anger exploded inside of her. "Look, you don't know me. You think you know everything because you know about peoples dreams?"
Dock backed away as she advanced towards him.
"Well aren't you special." Kathryn snarled, sarcasm rolling off her tongue.
"Maggie, can't we-"
Fighting back the urge to pull the knife out then an there she cut him off. "You don't know me!"
The elevator doors opened behind her. Spinning around she shot him one last angry look as she stepped into the elevator and closed the doors.
Dustin had shocked her. The cuts were the ones she herself inflicted, but he wasn't dead. He had been dead in the dream. She was confused.
Leaving the hospital, Kathryn headed for home because it seemed that sleep held all the answers.
R&R Please. Sorry this was so long and the writing isn't my best, yes I'm horrible with updating. Will write another soon though. Holidays mean time. And sleep.