Garden In The Ceiling 3

(Norway x Reader)

Hello again! A new chapter is here! I hope you all enjoy it; it took me forever to write this! Adult themes in this one, no, not sexual or anything just very deep and dark I don't want to scare any little kids. So, WARNING may cause nightmares! I'm serious.

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Necromancer

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Click Clack Click Clack

I felt my feet glide against the aged stone of the hospitals flooring, it was cold and damp an odd combination but I just rolled with it. I turned to see if anyone had followed me but no one was there, I let out a breath of air; I was alone. I needed this time to think and cry, it had only been a few days since he had died, only a few since the accident. I hope that man burns in hell, burns in the deepest depths until even God could hear his cries.

Was there a God? What kind of merciful God allows such youth to die so suddenly, so painfully? It was later known that his cause of death was a build up in his lower bowel the way his stomach was sliced caused the acid to ripple and travel downwards. It must have been painful to watch in the ambulance, but no matter, now was not the time. I needed cheering up not letting down. I went around another desolate corner before making it to a hallway with a dead end, no further downwards I could travel. It was always so peaceful here, never anyone to bother you, I admired that about how merciful Kirkland could be to these patients they had had it very rough before coming to this section of the hospital and they needed this to relax again. Like a place of rejuvenation.

"Ah, I'd need some rejuvenation soon." I let a questionable smile run over my face as I made it to the last door, it was large like most of the hospital doors, wide enough to fit four people at once. The only difference was the color and texture; it was a pale gray door, with hinges made of pure steel. There was a design on the front that angered me to no end but it seemed to warm the heart of the people who visited here. Idiotic people they were. I rested my warm hand against the steal frame before breathing deeply, you need this (f/n) was the only thing I could think about right now, I needed this. I unlocked the hatchet of the door, hinges squeaking like crying children, it sort of irked me to an existent but I ignored it for now.

It was cold. Very cold, as if Jack Frost himself had made a quick visit before leaving all of his ice with those within, it made me angry. I'd already spoken to Kirkland about this but I suppose he denied my pleas. I did not hate him though, I could never hate someone as pure as him, he was too good for that. I felt a shiver exit my thin clothes frame before sucking it up. I decided to turn on the lights and let in much needed heat, as I did so I was met with kind faces and smiles. I smiled back. I decided to walk up to the first person, she was a women in her early thirties cursed with breast cancer but she had pulled through, just a few days ago she had finally finished her battle with it, everyone was so happy that they were in tears. I could remember the face on her husband; he was smiling and whispering sweet nothings into her thin short hair, a once happy brunette. If I could remember correctly her name was Wendy. I walked closer to her form, she'd been sleeping before I'd come here but was wide-awake now.

"Hello Wendy, how have you been?" I questioned the older women, her cornflower eyes only watched my own (e/c) diligently, a thin line where a smile was only seconds before. No words were exchanged but I knew better. I sent her a nod before walking over to someone else, further in was a little boy, I never knew his name but I could remember the commotion he made with his entrance to the hospice. The way his lower half had been burned in an elementary school catastrophe, it sent cool shivers down most of the nurses backs when they saw how damaged his limbs were but I was only drawn closer. I was never assigned to him so I never got to speak with him, until now. I grabbed a hold of his steel bedding; only a thin sheet was covering him. I could feel his deep emerald eyes watch my hands as I began to remove the sheet. His hand took hold on my own; he shook his head as if pleading me not to look at his disfiguration. I sent him a frown but he continued to send me looks of great fear until I pushed him away and snatched the sheet down. What I saw was what I anticipated.

His skin was no longer disgruntling but rather clean and anew; they looked like they did before the tragedy. A warm pale glow emanating from them, I looked back over to him, his face content. I sent him a smile and a got closer, I didn't think he needed to be in here just yet but our god was not a merciful one, the stench of death was always around the corner for anyone. I grabbed a hold of him and brought him to my chest, he was cold but I ignored it and warmed him up to my temperature, I didn't feel him return it but ignored that too. I broke away and kissed his forehead like a mother. His deep brown eyes only grew deeper as I walked away. I pulled the sheet back over him and walked over to the only other person in the room, the last of the older patients had gone home just a few hours prier. Lucky them.

I was afraid. Afraid to see what I saw, to speak of what had happened but I needed too, it would help me but I couldn't. I stood in my place, looking down a the musty floor, it too was as pale as the one outside but it was not illuminated with the same atmosphere and artificial lights as the others. I felt warm tears roll down my face, immediately turning into ice cubes to my discomfort but I only ignored them as I clenched my fists tightly. I could feel a reopening in the cut I had in my palm from the other day but chose to ignore it. I began to walk on my own accord to the last patient, he was further in then the other two, he needed to stay in the frozen wasteland; he had it much worse then the others.

SKEEEEE SKEEEEEEEEWOSHHH—!

I could hear the wheels of another patient headed this way, this was the only room that was occupied so it was only natural. The clicking of heels and the squeaking of tennis shoes made it's way down the hall. I saw it best to leave before being caught in here again, last time everyone decided to distance themselves from me while Kirkland's fascination with me only grew more. He could see through me like water, I ignored him at first but then he become more and more hot with his questions and answers. I could remember when I'd first fallen in love with Lukas he'd asked,

"Do you know insanity?" As if he was a person. I laughed it off, trying not to upset my new boss but he only grew more and more persistent. "(f/n). Do you know insanity?" I only shook my head at his question fairly feed up with them. His peppermint swirl eyes only danced across my permanent face before he burst out laughing, in tears. "How do you not know him? He's always besides you! Don't you hear him? He looms over you and is always whispering to you, like now." His face suddenly grew solemn before he stood back up, speaking up again. "You should watch your back (f/n) there are other things at work in these pale walls we call home." Then, he was gone.

I never did look at Kirkland the same after that day, my eyes grew happier as if I was trying to tell him that I was fine, that nothing was wrong. How ironic.

I grabbed my blank coat, wishing out of that memory; the long sleeves drifting past my hands before striding out of the room, just in time to see the newest patient. It was an old woman from what I could tell; I read the chart below her feet.

Cause of death, throat cancer. Time of death 4:26 PM. Aged 67.

They sped past me into the cold room full of less then lively corpses, they lay down before being seen. That damn cross hanging overhead, gleaming happily.

Tragic.

Many believed that people are at their most beautiful in life but I say otherwise, beauty is only found in death. The way the skin grayed and bloated it was as if the dead was merely transforming into something more intricate then the living, like butterflies in their cocoons. To transcend this lowly world of dogs, to upheave to something greater.

There was no heaven, just another level to climb to, just another life to endure but there was never a heaven. No god could be so mercy less, so cold to his perfect creations, that was somewhat a morbid way of thinking but I brushed it off, I had no time in discussing the truth with anyone right now, I just wanted to relax but even with the dead I could never rest, not until judgment day.

I sighed.

The darkness guides me through the pain, the light just emphasizes it. I could hear Bondevik's words in my mind, his light voice fluttering down on my ears as if whispering to me; it was calming in a sense so I smiled. The day we'd spoken about life and death was one I loved to reminisce about. Although Bondevik was schizophrenic he was not lost nor confused, he was enlightened I like to think, no—I knew for a fact that he'd outdone us all in wits. He saw things that should never be seen, I was slowly beginning to doubt what was real and what was fake, the pale walls of this place made me feel like I was repeating myself, the only thing that kept me going was the idea of seeing Bondevik's face, it kept me awake.

To my dismay I haven't been able to visit him since the incident with him, but I suppose it was only natural, I only hoped that he hadn't done anything too insane but then again, this was Bondevik we were talking about. Not Kirkland.

"I wonder what he is up to." I questioned to myself, already knowing the answer, it caused my heart to bump harshly against my already aching chest. He was doing nothing, today, nothing yesterday, and will be doing nothing tomorrow.

Chore.

It was a chore to be Bondevik, it was a chore to live here in the hospital, it was a chore to be alive, I saw more glory and excitement in being dead, to be in the ground six feet under. What was the point in living for 70+ years if it was a chore? Was it punishment to be banished to this earth? Were we like the infamous Lucifer? Were we banished from the golden gates of heaven? I suppose I'll only know in death.

"Oh what a pointless world we live in. What pointless creatures we are, disgusting honestly." I spoke with a bite before rubbing away my thoughts, if I kept this up I would end up doing something I'll regret later on. I sighed and moved onto the other end of the hospital, making it to an elevator I traveled from the basement to the upper more cheery levels of the hospice, a false sense of reality hitting my face like brick, it annoyed me but I kept a small smile plastered on my face as a child and her father entered the elevator. They apparently decided to make small talk.

"Papa? When do you think mama will come home?" Ah, so a child with a sick mother. I could just feel the grief in his voice as he spoke about his ill wife.

"She'll be home before you know it." I'd heard those words so many times; those fear laced words set in denial and false security. So many times, so many goddamn times, it angered me. Why couldn't he have just told the child? Why did he have to lie to her! It makes it worse, much, much worse. If he just said that the bitch was going to die then maybe the child would understand it better. Death was not the end, my philosophies on God may be altered but I knew that there was something after death I just didn't know what it was.

"Stop lying to her." My words came out cold and somewhat frightening but they needed to know. Humans are such malevolent creatures, to lie to their own kin, despicable.

"Excuse me?" I heard slight anger under his semi polite words, yes, get angrier, get angry with yourself.

"You heard me, your wife, she is going to die." I spoke before hearing the ting of the elevator signaling my stop, the upper levels were there for worse off patients, usually right before going to relax in the over sized freezer. I could just feel the lividness emanating from the man but I only disregarded it as ignorance. "Here." I handed the little girl two lollipops from my pocket, Kirkland asked all staff to carry candy for those in need, although, a few days afterwards those same people ended up her for unknown reasons. I never had a sweet tooth so refrained from eating them.

The girl lifted her tanned hand to my own (s/c) one and snatched it from me, the generic blue wrapping paper glistening under the eye blinding lights.

"Thank you doctor lady, I'll give one to mama!" I suppose the girl had ultimately zoned out when I snapped at her father but no matter, she'll find out based on lies told. I heard the crimpling of wrapper as the door began to close behind me, a dark gaze on her fathers face, deep graying eyes as if he was the one destined to die, the

artificial cherry candy showed reflection in her teal eyes.

"Have fun." The door shut.

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"Bondevik?" I called out, hearing the sounds of quick feet and tipped over beds. He was at it again. "Bondevik? I'm going to come in, in five, four, three—

"—Nej, (f/n). Stay outside, something is amiss." I sighed and waited, it was routine for us, everyday at exactly 5 pm a tribe of trolls would arrive, why they'd come I never knew, where they went and left, I'd never know. But I lived with it, I loved Bondevik too much to complain just being with someone was nice enough. "I'll tell you when to enter, I don't want you getting hurt." I know this sounds childish but his words caused my face to heat up almost as if I was ten years younger only in high school.

"Whatever you say Bondevik." I smiled before scooting down to the other side of the thick wooden door, I felt at peace around him. I wasn't hostile, I felt like a woman around him. I felt like I had a reason to live with him in the picture. I was cut off deep in thought by a subtle knocking at the door, it was Bondevik, and he looked worn out. His platinum blonde hair was parted in awkward places and his dull blue eyes looked slightly taken back. I smiled and opened it to enter. "I see you're doing well." I giggled earning a look from the tall Norwegian.

"What did I say about my name? You're my friend (f/n). What is it that you want?" I looked slightly taken back by his straightforwardness, he was never one to speak so boldly but I suppose it was different for me.

"I came to visit of course. Here." I handed him a coffee bag (yes these exist). His face brightened up immediately, a small smile graced his chapped lips. He of course, prepared the warming treat with his small stove. How he was able to get on of those in his room was only due to his background any normal patient let alone one with a disability such as his own. I wouldn't even call it that; Lukas was on a totally different level.

"(F/n). The coffee is finished." He turned around and handed me a cup full of his special blend, I took a sip and smiled before taking a seat in on of his chairs. "How was your day?" Lukas questioned, I blushed before speaking up.

"I went to visit a few patients, and got a lot of work done." He nodded and took a sip of his own brown nectar. "I also came to visit you." His face went solemn before he looked away, face red,

"I'm glad you take the time out of your day to visit me, it means a lot to me even though I normally don't show it." I could see why, none of his family visited him anymore and he only had a select group of friends from other countries made the pilgrimage to Norway to see him once a year. "But tell me, who died. I can see it in your face." I felt my hands begin to shake at his slightly placed words. My mug fell to the concrete floor and I gasped. "Who was it?" He asked again.

"I…..It—he, was an old friend of mine, I had no idea…" I could barely let the words from my lips let alone his name, not yet.

"I see." Was that a tone of jealousy in his voice? I thought so. "I'm sure he's doing better off then we are in this ødemark." I sighed before regaining my composure, sure he was gone but at least I got to see him once more before he left, for good this time.

"So, how are things going with you and your tro—

"—Andolf, he and I took care of his friends. They seem to be growing more and more impatient, I see now point in harvesting my flesh for a feast but whatever." He sighed and looked off to the large window in his room. It was a rainy spring day, but I could see in his eyes he wanted to go outside. I ignored the look, I wanted to spend more time with him in truth but as usual, he came.

"Ms. (l/n)? It is time for you to return home, Mr. Bondevik is in need of his daily therapy." I heard Kirkland call from the other door; his usual smile was graced upon his face, his eyes went calculating before turning back to unjust foolery.

"Would it be alright if I did the therapy with him? No over time needed—"

"—No. Go home." Kirkland opened the door and grabbed my things. "You can take the coffee cup just go home." I could tell in his voice that he wanted me gone. As of late he'd been having staff leave for home earlier then usual but I saw nothing to it. I turned my head over to Lukas only to see his head down cast, he stood up eyes emotionless and unreadable. He didn't like this.

"It will be alright (f/n). I'll see you tomorrow yeah?" I nodded and he sent me a heart-warming smile before handing me my bags and my cup.

"Tomorrow then." I bowed and left the room, a sinister wave from Kirkland and a gentle emotionless nod from Lukas; I departed with the close of a door. I walked out hospice and towards my car like I did everyday, a deep scowl entering my face. I was out in the cold lands myself, Lukas was no longer with me I felt my shell collapse on itself as I rushed to my unlocked car; I entered it and began to drive off.

"What am I to do without Lukas with me? I suppose I'll never know…Could I truly leave?" I was having this stupid conversation again, I sighed and turned on my window wipers the weather and predicament was getting to me. I turned and made it to the intersection I had lost him at, there were still mourners there and a pile of flowers located at one of the stoplights. I was about to turn away coughing away the tears when I noticed something odd about the flowers.

Behind them there were two photos. I am still fairly new to the community but I would have noticed if another person had died here, never once had anything like that happen. One of the men whom I'd seen the day of the accident was there he was speaking rapid Norwegian before walking away in a teary fit. Behind him were the images of two children, a boy and a girl.

A boy and a girl.

The two from the accident, the ones he moved out of the way of collision.

There was a black band wrapped around the pictures and the flowers of death lying about, white lilies cluttered the street. Why were they mourning these children? I saw them run off as soon as the truck hit him! What the hell is going on?

I clutched my steering wheel tightly before pulling off towards my apartment. I entered the parking lot and rushed to my room, upon entering I sensed something was amiss but ignored it. I threw my workbag onto my (f/c) couch and removed my work shoes; I was beginning to get another headache so I went for tea. I was in the middle of heating up the water when my doorbell rang.

"Who could that be?" Not really in the mood to speak with anyone I decided to pretend that I wasn't home, that didn't work. The banging and ringing progressed. I sat down my mug and walked over to the door kettle in hand, I was not in the mood.

"Who is it?" I said, I didn't earn a reply but I decided to answer the door anyways. Upon opening it a strong sensation of fear overwhelmed me, it was nerve wreaking.

"What.." I called out, the kettle falling to the ground, hot water rushing at the visitor's shoeless feet. I rose my (e/c) eyes up higher meeting black trousers then a white colored shirt, drenched in blood from an earlier incident, until finally making it to the face. The person had a deep overwhelming smile that reached their eyes, the eyes of a madman. They were a deep gray; I could just barely make out subtle hints of red peaking through creating a weird mixture of colorful hues. The eyes seemed dilated and large; it was man. A man I never thought I'd see animated again, I felt my body tense up immediately, the dead were never suppose to walk again, it was impossible for him to have—

"—How nice to see you again." He raised his arm up to pat my head but I only flinched away in pure terror. "No needs to be afraid (f/n), I can smell the fear radiating off of you almost like perfume, but it smells heavenly."

"Clovis…."

End of chapter

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