Sometime later, I heard whispers outside my door.
"Do we really have to keep her here? Isn't there another room that we could put her in?"
"I'm afraid not. Everything else is filled."
"But doctor, isn't that the room where she died?"
I blinked in confusion.
Died? Someone died in here?
By this time my stomach had made a complete 360 but, I somehow managed to get out of bed and approached the door.
"Yes, unfortunately that is where she died."
Where who died? What are they talking about?
"Doctor please, find another room for her. I have a bad feeling about keeping her in there."
"I already told you that we had no other choice."
"But..."
"Please, don't argue. I'll try to find something for her in the morning. Goodnight nurse Lopez."
My eyes went wide.
I don't understand. Why would Alison want to put me another room so badly. I don't see anything out of the ordinary about it.
I heard their footsteps fade and knew they had left. I shrugged it off and walked back to my bed. A note on the wall caught my eye on the way back, though.
Hmm, what's this?
I looked at the note and realized it wasa list of all the patient and their room numbers. Out of sheer boredom I decided to read the list.
Look at that, all the patients in order alphabetically from as far as May 2000. The year that... No, I am not gonna go there. Not again
I looked through all the patients and finally got down to the Z. My eyes fell upon two particular names. Mine and my mother's.
Wha... What? Why is my mother's name here? Was this one of the rooms she stayed in? I guess its possible.
I took a look at the dates and went deathly pale.
Oh my god, no way! It has the dates my mom came and left Noone's been in this room since then. Oh man, no wonder Alison wanted to get me out of here, she knew I'd see this!
I took slow, tired steps back to my bed and sat down.
Okay, so they stuck me in this room, big deal? I mean, the doctor did say that everything else was taken, right? No point getting all worked up over a little coincidence.
The imaginative part of my mind laughed at that.
Yeah right. Since when do you believe in coincidence, Libby.
I took a few deep breaths and was about to lay back down, when I heard more voices outside my door. I groaned.
Good lord, what now?
"Let me just check on her real quick, then I'll leave."
"Alright, but make it quick."
I laid back down and closed my eyes as the door began to open.
"I'll just be a minute, doctor. You may go ahead and leave if you'd like."
"Alright Alison. But remember, if she asks, say no."
"Yes, Doctor."
Say no about what? What's he talking about?
Alison closed the door and sighed in relief when the doctor finally walked away. She walked up to my bed and gently shook me.
"Libia, are you awake?"
I sighed and sat up.
"Yeah, I heard you and the Doctor talking outside. What was he talking about?"
Alison sighed.
"Libia, you have to get out of this room... Now!"
"But why? Just because my mom was the last patient in this room doesn't really mean anything. Yes, I was shocked but, its just a room."
"You don't understand, Libia. You're in danger."
"Danger? What do you mean?"
"That Doctor is not who he said he is."
I lifted my brow in confusion.
"What do you mean he's not who he says he is? Alison are you alright? You look really tired."
"This is no time to fool around Libby! If you don't get out of this room now, you'll be killed!"
"Killed! What the fuck are you talking about Alice, and how did you know my nickname?"
"That's not important! You have to get out here, now!"
"And just where am I supposed to go, Alison? Everything else is filled."
"No. He was lying. I checked the rooms and found a few empty ones on the floor below us."
I stared at her in shock for a moment trying to let what she had said register in my mind.
"But, aren't there guards around or something."
"Yes, but they're all outside. If we go now, we can just slip right past them."
"Alright. Just one question, though. What did the Doctor mean when he said to tell me no?"
Alison sighed.
"About not having anymore empty rooms. He must really want to keep you in here for some reason."
"Well, this room does kinda give me the creeps out to be honest."
"So let's go then."
"Wait. I heard everything that you and the Doctor said outside."
Alison went pale.
"You did?"
I nodded.
"I guess you know who the last patient to use this room was then, don't you?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Well, come on. Let's get you out of here."
There was still more I wanted to ask but, I knew I wasn't going to get a straight answer there was really no point asking.
'Fine. Let's go."
I got up, grabbed my clothes and followed Alison out the door. I started walking towards the elevator but, Alison grabbed my arm and started to drag me the other way.
"The elevator's not working. We'll have to go take the stairs on the other side."
"No way. You have got to be kidding me. All the way on the other side?"
Alison nodded and I groaned.
"Alright, let's go."
We walked in silence for about a minute, when a scream form one of the nearby rooms scared the crap out of us.
"What was that?"
I shrugged.
"Probably just one of the patients having a nightmare. Hell, I think I'm having one right now."
Alison chuckled.
"That's an interesting way to look at it. I guess this could be considered a nightmare for people who hate hospitals."
"Yeah. I'm one of them"
"I figured you were. I could tell by the way you go pale at the mention of needles."
I chuckled nervously.
"Yeah. I hate needles alright."
We continued walking. As I looked around I noticed that this place didn't really didn't look Jackson's. It had a darker more disturbing look and feel to it that I couldn't put my finger on.
This has got to be another one of my weird dreams. I'm still in my room sleeping like a baby. I must have come down with another fever.
"Libia, are you alright?"
I lifted my head and smiled.
"Yes, I'm fine. I just got lost in my thoughts."
Alison nodded and we continued walking.
I hope I wake up soon. This dream is really creeping me out.
We were about a few feet from the stairs, when I felt a cold hand place itself on my shoulder. I turned and gasped when I saw that it was the Doctor.
Damn. We're in trouble
The Doctor began to shake me violently.
What the hell? Why's he shaking me so hard.
"Wake up, Libia!"
I felt dizzy and moaned.
Run.
Wha... What the hell's going on?
Run Libby.
The Doctor started to shake me harder almost making me pass out from dizziness, then banged my head against the wall making Alison scream.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Doctor!"
"I told you to leave her in that room, didn't I?"
When the shock passed and I was able to move, I found an empty needle on the floor next to me. I got it and threw it at the Doctor, hitting him right in the jugular vein. I chuckled.
Whoa, now that's what I call a nice shot. Looks like all the Resident Evil I've played over the years has done me some good after all.
I got off the floor and put a hand on my stinging cheek. I gasped when I saw the blood on my fingers.
Okay, that's it. This Doctor's getting hurt.
The Doctor lurnged towards me but, I kneed him hard in the stomach and puched him the eye. I laughed as he doubled over on the floor in pain.
"Didn't your parents ever tell you not to underestimate your opponent?"
The Doctor groaned and Alison stared at me in shock.
"What, self-defence is not a crime. He attacked me first!"
"I didn't know you could fight, Libia."
I sighed. As much as I hated having to rain on my own parade, I knew I had to tell her.
"I can't, Alison. That's how I know I'm dreaming. Come on, let's go."
I grabbed Alison and started running down the stairs.
"So, that's the loony tunes Doc, eh?"
"Yes."
"But, why would he want to kill me? I don't get it."
"To prevent death himself."
I was too confused to even try to process that at the moment. That and the Doctor started running after us.
"What? Prevent death himself? What is that supposed to mean, Alison? Does he think I'm out to kill him or something?"
"You are."
"What! That's insane! Why would I want to kill my own Doctor!"
"Not your Doctor, Libby. You."
"Me!"
"You are your own worst enemy right now."
At that moment, I was blinded by a flashing white light.
"Libia! Wake up! Come on honey, wake up!
Huh?
My eyes shot opened and I screamed. I calmed down when I realized it was just Alison holding my shoulders.
"Alison?"
"Are you alright, Libia? You've been kicking and screaming for the last 20 minutes."
"I was. Wow, what a weird dream. I can't believe I actually remember it."
"You must have really been tired. I thought you would never wake up."
"Really? Man, how weird. I'm usually a light sleeper."
Alison put a hand to my forehead and sighed.
"I'm afraid you've come down with another fever, honey."
I closed my eyes and groaned.
"Yeah, I figured as much."
Alison chuckled and got a small red bottle out of her apron.
"Take this. It'll help lower the fever."
I nodded.
"Thanks Alison."
"You're welcome dear. I'll see you in a few hours."
"Alright, thanks."
When Alison left I closed my eyes and sighed in relief.
Thank god. It was just a dream. I hope the Doctor deems me healthy enough to go home tomorrow. I don't think I can take another day here.
I looked at the corner of the wall where I had seen the list but, saw nothing there.
I know it was just a dream but, it felt so real. Man, my own imagination shows me no mercy.
I took a another glance around my and smirked.
No mercy at all.
I chuckled and looked at the clock on the wall. I was surprised to see that it was already 4:30 in the morning.
Man, 4:30 already? Wow, time really does fly when you're having fun.
I laid back down on the bed and sighed.
Might as well get some more sleep. I don't want to look like a zombie for the Doctor tomorrow.
I closed my eyes and soon I was asleep once again.
A/N: Weird dream, huh? Man, my imagination really is my own worst enemy sometimes. LOL! R/R.