Chapter 4

Burr's POV

Being in a hospital immobilized sucks. A lot.

The past few hours since I regained consciousness have been me slowly recollecting memories of the night before.

Two men…

The vault…

Peggy…

Oh God, I have to find out what happened to Peggy. Is she okay? When we were tied up together... I don't think she woke up.

I sat up, groaning at the pain it caused and unlocked my phone.

Scrolling to the news section, I saw a few articles written a couple hours ago with details. They contained some false information (well, I'm pretty sure they did, fuzzy memory 'n all that) but the main story was still there.

The article stated that Peggy and I were both taken by an ambulance. That means she must be here.

I took a small sip of water and sighed. This was going to be a long day.

I laid back down and, slowly but surely, drifted off to sleep…

-Slight time skip (Sorry lol)-

I was awoken to the sound of a door opening. My nurse had walked through the door.

"Food!" she cheerfully chirped as she skipped into my room. I mentally groaned at her positivity and let the tray be placed on my lap.

"Thanks," I mumbled quietly to her. She looked down at me and frowned.

"You seem… Sad. My dear, what's wrong?"

'Maybe the fact I was just almost murdered by two men and my good friend might be dead?'

Of course I didn't say that, instead I went for the shrug-of-the-shoulders.

"Just tired,"

I slumped backwards in my bed, my spine uncomfortably resting against the lumpy space between the pillow and the mattress.

"Ah, I see. Well, eat up and then get some rest, ok? You will need it," She smiled sympathetically and nodded, turning to leave.

"Wait a second, ma'am!"

She stopped at the door, turning towards me.

"You know the woman that I arrived here with… Peggy... Is she ok?"

The nurse looked at me dead in the eyes, her smile becoming a sad, pitiful look.

"I… Cannot say,"

And then she left.

What was that about? What happened to Peggy? Oh God is she-

No. I refuse to let those thoughts plague my mind.

I had to find out what happened with her. I needed clarity.

I pretended to eat my food, glancing at the small window next to the door of my room. A few doctors passed by, some quicker than others.

I waited for them to pass until a large gap of time ticked on without any appearing on the window's other side. I quickly and quietly placed the tray to the side of my bed and swung my legs free of the blankets caging them in heat. I ripped off a few wires and pads and slowly got up, adjusting to this foreign yet familiar feeling of being levered off of the ground, fighting against gravity. Still no doctors had rushed across my vision- this was my chance.

I crept towards the door of my room, stumbling quite a few times while getting used to the feeling of moving my feet.

How long was I out for?

I peered through the window: no one in sight. Cautiously, I opened the door.

The hallway was ominously quiet, spare the odd muffled cough or groan coming from one of the other rooms. I glanced around- the stairs were out of the question. I turned my head to the otherside, where an elevator lay still at the other end of the corridor. I needed to get there and figure out where I was going.

Peggy was God knows where, waiting for some surgery or so I assume. I was pretty positive she wasn't on my floor.

I limped along the corridor, hunched over for stealth and the easing the pain in my stomach: I was punched pretty bad there after I suffered from the uppercut.

My eyes did wander (I cant help it! Im a nosy person) and I saw some pretty sad images and scenes. Some people did catch my stare, but didn't seem to think about why a patient was slowly crawling to the wrong side of the hospital unsupervised, lucky for me I guess.

I eventually arrived at the elevator, and pressed the button to get it to open.

Turns out, the elevator was not actually there, so I had to wait for it.

I watched the number climb upwards until it reached level 4, my current floor.

The doors opened as I began to walk inside, instead I was greeted with a doctor.

My doctor.

"Officer Burr! What are doing out of your room! You are in no condition to be gallivanting around the place!" He shook his head, and gently grabbed my arm.

He lead me back to the room, this time quicker than my attempt at crossing the hall. He ushered me inside and placed me in bed once again.

"What were you planning to do? Isn't walking painful? Why did you think that was a good idea?"

Ecetera ecetera. You probably get the jist.

He tutted and walked over to hook me up to the machines again. The patch, now dangling over the edge of my bed, was swiftly grabbed and he was about to put it on my arm-

Until I decided to make a run for it.

I bolted out of bed and down the hall. Not looking behind me as the lift drew closer and closer…

My body ached and I was sweating immensely (you probably didn't need to know that, sorry brain.

I rapidly pressed the button as the elevator doors opened very slowly.

I heard shouts behind me- which felt familiar to when I was running away from the time I got caught spying on that mafia meeting.

The doors opened and I turned to press the closest button. I saw my doctor and my nurse running a lot faster than me to where I was located, but just fell short of the closing doors on the lift.

The lift went down, and I was not sure where I was going. My vision was blurry from all the running I had been doing to make my escape.

Well, wherever I was was the wrong floor.

I hazily made my way through the area- I had to avoid and run away from several doctors, and I think I was beginning to be recognised as the patient roaming the halls without permission.

Gradually, more and more doctors and nurses chased after me, it eventually became a massive game of cat and mouse.

I passed through the Childrens' Ward, Emergency Ward and practically every other one you could think of.

It all went downhill quickly from there, though.

I had just exited a janitor's closet (I had been running from an angry mob of doctors and nurses) and was stopped dead in my tracks when I saw my doctor and nurse conversing with a group of surgeons.

One of the surgeons turned and saw me, we made direct eye contact for what felt like forever- actually about three seconds- and then they pointed at me, bringing my presence to the attention of the others.

My doctor began shouting something inaudible at me, and I began to run again. I turned on my heels and sprinted to the opposite end of the hall, panting heavily. My eyes had formed the routine of looking in at rooms no matter the floor and section I was in.

Suddenly, I stopped, skidding on the ground.

In front of me.

Third door on the right.

Lay Peggy.

And a very slow heartbeat monitor.

She was barely recognizable: blood splattered on her face and what used to be a beautiful sunflower yellow top. Her eyes lay open and her chest moved in staggered motions rarely. She couldn't move, but her eyes showed the pain she was in.

Many doctors were in her room, debating in hushed tones by a chair in the corner.

Peggy's eyes turned to my the windows direction, and what seemed like the traces of a smile formed on her face.

I felt tears in my eyes as my doctor caught up with me, grabbing my wrists and beginning to tug at me, shouting angrily.

My brain wouldn't- couldn't- register what was happening as I was being dragged away by a group of people. I screamed, tears falling from my eyes as my friend lay in immense pain, helpless, staring at me.

Her hand curled into a fist and she seemed to smile even stronger than before.

She didn't move her mouth, but I knew what she was saying by the movement she made.

"Keep fighting, tiger,"

Author's Note

Despite popular belief, I am indeed alive homies. Thank you for reading and sorry about the cringy ending.

Love ya'll ️ ️

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