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The hospital van rumbled along the cobblestone side road. The driver couldn't help but glance into the back of the van. The body on the gurney was so still; you couldn't even tell if he was breathing.
The kid was highly unstable, or so the report had said. Self inflicted injuries, Night terrors and other stuff. The real question is how did he do it? There were never any items he could use to hurt himself. Also, one of the surveillance cameras of his room was freaky. The kid was hitting himself off of the walls, but his clothes looked like they were being gripped by something. And the way he moved… it was surreal.
The driver looked back into the van. The light had blown, so he couldn't see much. Why hadn't the guard turned on his torch? Something was moving back there though.
"Hey! Hey you back there. Everything o.k?"
I can't stop the van…better just keep driving.
Suddenly the vans headlights went out, and he couldn't control the van. When the headlights came back on he didn't know where he was. The ground was mesh and at the side of the rose were poles, with limbs hanging from them.
"What's going on? Where am I?"
Suddenly he felt a presence in the passenger seat. He turned his head and it was the kid from the back of the van.
"You see it too, don't you? It's always like this for me. But you better be careful. It knows you don't belong here. It's going to get you. Keep your eyes on the road."
The driver didn't realise what the boy meant until the van hit the brick wall. Everything went dark. When he opened his eyes, everything was back to normal; he was driving on the road, pulling up to the hospital, and admitting the patient. Was it all a dream?
"That's the last time I transport a ward C patient!"