Chapter 9

Dean turned the corner, colliding his hand with the cold doorknob. "Alex?" He stared at the empty bed, baffled. He walked over to the door leading to the bathroom, continuously banging his fist against the wood. He opened the door, but it was empty. He ran out the room, almost crashing into the nurse. "She's not in there. Did they take her somewhere?"

"Alex?" She asked, searching for answers. When she received a head nod, she also became baffled. "She's not suppose to move from her bed. Not even for the bathroom, she needs to be with a nurse. Did you check the bathroom?"

"I checked she's not there." Dean watched the nurse dash into the room, before dashing right back out. She clicked down on her walkie-talkie, as she ran around the corner. He had no clue what was happening.

"You told! How could you?!" He vigorously screamed, slapping her across the face.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." She apologized, tears tracing her cheeks. She didn't know what to do. She was locked in a small closet, with Mason leaving a trail of unwanted kisses down her neck. "Please stop."

"Shut up! I'll do what I want!" He slammed her petite body against the wall, before attacking her lips with his. He explored her body with his hands, Alex struggling to escape from his rough grip. He slipped her plaid, blue pajama pants down, bringing memories of the janitors' closet. She shivered at his touch, her body becoming tense.

"Please don't kill me."

"I'm not going to kill you…yet." He pushed her on the floor, as she felt her breathing shortening and her heartbeat increasing. She knew she was going to die, whether Mason killed her or a panic attack killed her. She tried to calm herself down, but Mason pulled her blue, pajama tank top off, leaving her almost bare. It wasn't long before she was completely bare, terrified of what were to happen.

"Please don't." She begged, trying to cover her body. Her breathing continued to shorten with every touch. She had to get out of here and she had to get out now. "HELP!"

"Shut up!" He screamed, repeatedly slapping her across the face. He pulled his shirt off, wiping the sweat off his upper lip. He then searched through the jackets and bags in the closet, pulling out a pair of glasses. He broke them in half, before pulling the glass piece out. It broke apart, leaving the jagged edges sharp. He swiped it across Alex's petite skin, leaving a painful, bloody gash. She let out a whimper, as she gasped for air.

"HELP!" She screamed again, risking her life. He climbed on top of her, wrapping his hands around her neck.

"Don't make a sound!"

"Do you hear that?" Dr. Smith paused outside the closet door, listening to the muffled screams.

"Yeah. I'll go get the police." She dashed through the halls, on her way.

Dr. Smith couldn't listen any longer. Somebody could be dying in there, and he was standing out side listening to their last screams. He slipped a key out from his pocket, quietly sliding it the door, and pulling it open. There he saw, Alex on the floor, naked and crying, while Mason was on top of her, choking her. "Hey! Don't move!"

But it was too late. Mason slapped him across the face, before making his escape. Dr. Smith dashed by Alex's side, trying to figure out what to do. And then the group of police officers and doctors showed up, all surrounding the scene. Dr. Stevens pushed her way through, as her eyes landed on Alex. "That's my patient."

"What's going on?"

"She was on the floor naked, crying, there was a man with his shirt off on top of her, choking her. He ran off before I could catch him. I don't know what's wrong with her."

"She's anorexic! She's having a panic attack! Somebody get a gurney, Rachael get her fluids!" She ordered, pushing her way over to Alex. A police soon arrived with a gurney, pushing the now large group of people back.

"That's my girlfriend!" Dean cried, running by her side.

"Dean." She huskily whispered, in between he wheezes. She was dressed in her pajama bottoms and her bra was on, but unclipped in the back. He was terrified of what happened, but her scooped her up, placing her on the gurney, and leaving a kiss on her forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too." He blew her another kiss, as Rachael returned, with various fluid injections in her arms. She handed them one by one to Dr. Stevens, as she injected them beneath Alex's pale skin. But Alex's eyes began to grow wide, rolling around her head. She was beginning to drift into an unconscious phase.

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