I feel so quilty right now to say this. But...I'm probably gunna take a break from this one.
JK!
LOL but the updates will be slower guys. I'm really sorry about that. I don't even know if I have any viewers left, but if I do, I really apologize.
Enjoy.
Mei's POV-
I walked down the hospital halls and in to the emergency room. I walked up the receptionist desk, a different lady from the last time we were here.
"Here to see a patient?" she asked.
"Uhm no, I'm here to see a doctor." I said. "I'm not sure what his last name is but his first name is Dylan."
"Ah Doctor Jenkins. He's actually about to go on his lunch break right now and if you wait by the exit doors in the front I'm sure you can catch him," she said with a smile.
Oh-h-hkay? A little to perky to be the receptionist of an emergency room but…to each their own I guess. I nodded and thanked her before I left. The air was getting chillier as it was edging towards December. I never liked cold weather much, I liked sunshine and spring time, it made me feel alive where the snow made me feel frozen and dead.
I kicked around a wet pebble back and forth between my two feet. Raindrops started falling so I went to wait in the cafeteria. I was humming a tune from the radio when I saw Jeffrey walk around the corner. He held 4 bags of chips and 3 soda cans in his hands and walked up to the register. Still in shock mode, I walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Jeffrey?" I said.
He turned around and my eyes widened at his appearance. He had dark blue circles running under his eyes and the corners of his mouth were turned downwards in what looked like a permanent frown.
"Oh hello Mei. Have you seen Nudge?" he asked tiredly.
"Nudge? Nudge is here?" I nearly shouted.
He jerked his head to the right in curiosity and studied me carefully.
"Yes. She was deposited here in the emergency room about 2 hours ago." He said.
I stumbled backwards two steps to keep my balance. Nudge was here. All this time? And neither Max or I knew?
"What room is she in?" I barely managed to choke out.
"314" he said. He was about to open his mouth to say more, but I was already sprinting back the way I came.
My surroundings blurred around me and my feet navigated the floors like I lived here. Sharp turn to the left, one more, then I sprinted down the hallway and slammed into the emergency doors. The same receptionist was there and she looked up in confusion when I came back in. I walked up to the desk and looked behind her at the map. 300-330 on the right and 331-370 on the left.
I wheeled away from her desk and charged to the right.
309….310…311..312…313…314!
I stopped outside the door, panting. My hand rested on the cold metal door and I gulped down hard. I slowly turned the handle and used my left foot to nudge it open. I kept my eyes on the green and white tiled floor when I stepped inside.
The blast of the rooms air condition hit my face first after my first step. Slowly building the courage in me, I looked up.
Ella and Iggy were snuggled together in the couch/chair in the corner of the room fast asleep. Anne was facing the window, not noticing I had entered.
Nudge had several IV's hooked into her arms and colorful wires hooking up into another machine. Her cheeks were swollen, her lip was split and cracked and her right eye was black and blue. Her right leg was elevated up and we could see the horrible angle at which it was pointing in. The hospital gown she was in allowed us to the long gashes along her arms.
The steady beat of her heart monitor was the only thing comforting.
Marian had her hand in Nudge's and her head was down on the side of her bed, she was sleeping as well.
"Oh Nudge…."I whispered.
Anne whirled around, as if finally sensing my presence and her face broke down into tears as she walked over to me. I hadn't realized I was crying until she used her thumb to wipe away one of my tears.
"What happened?" I said softly.
"We don't know. Drew dropped her off-"
"DREW?" I spat.
She nodded her head miserably and looked back at Nudge. "The doctors say that her brain waves were matching with the type of someone with physiological problems. Whatever happened to her, she doesn't want to deal with or remember. She will suffer from amnesia when she wakes up…" I heard her murmur something under her breath.
"What did you say?" I asked.
Anne sighed and ran a hand through her messy chestnut hair.
"She's slipped into a coma."
Max's POV-
Just as I suspected, the goons behind our kidnapping stepped into the room. An hour ago I had sent Fang back to his corner, telling him to at least pretend he was unconscious. After a long moment of protest he was gone and his body almost blended in with the shadows.
"So…who do I owe this honor to?" I snidely asked them when they stepped into the room.
There were two of them, both male. Their eyes were both a stormy grey and it really creped me out.
"Yoo hoo? Anyone in there?" I called.
They didn't respond to me and just kept staring at me. I saw Fang's knee twitch a bit and focused back on their eyes.
"Look if this is some sort of ransom I can tell you this, no one really knows me so you won't be able to hold me as blackmail."
Their silence pierced my ears a way it shouldn't have.
"Will you say something?" I all but screamed after a long period of silence.
"We are not authorized to speak unless replying to an order. You are not permitted to speak unless given an order. You are not to interact with any other prisoners."
They both said it at the same time with perfect synchronization. Their voices were steal and yet almost monotone.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
They repeated the same message again in the same voice. Their eyes were trained on me and they didn't seem to notice Fang. I didn't dare sneak a glance at him and my eyes were locked with theirs, battling for dominance.
A loud creak shattered the silence as the rusty door squeaked open. The two goons, (I've decided to call them Thing 1- and Thing 2) didn't take their eyes off of and didn't acknowledge the disturbance. Neither did I. No way in hell was I about to lose a stare off.
"Maximum Ride?" a voice boomed.
"Depends on whose asking," I've always wanted to use that line…
"Do you know why you're here?" the same voice asked.
"Unless this is hell then unfortunately no. Why am I here?" I asked snidely.
The voice growled and boomed over the empty room.
"Don't use that tone with me. I am your superior."
"HA! Good luck trying to get me to admit that." I scoffed.
Something sharp and cold scraped my cheek bone and my head jerked to the side. The room was so silent that you could hear the blood dropping to the floor from my new cut. My breathing came in through my nose and out through my mouth. I struggled to turn my head back and face the door, my vision was suddenly clouding up; I'd lost too much blood already.
The first thing I noticed about the man, was the knife he held in his hand with a line of my bright red blood streaming down the blade. Then I noticed his hair. It was so white that you'd mistake it for grey in a first glance. His face; the high cheekbones, the straight nose and narrow jaw. His profile was really defined and for a moment I went silent, entranced by his beauty. Then another drip of my blood fell to the floor and I snapped out of it.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"That should be no concern of yours. What you should be concerned about is what color your coffin will be."
Look out for my new story that should be publised by wednesday. It's called 'True Monsters'.
to those of you that are still reading my story, thank you.
-Shift