Two little psychopaths/ Vinnie Hacker story

Part 32

Vinnie's POV

I woke up and opened my eyes, I
wondered if I was still where I had last
remembered but once I looked around
I realized that I wasn't, I had been
found? Moved? Rescued?

Would these people send me back to
the asylum? Would I be arrested?
I jerked up in the bed.

"You don't have to worry sir, you're
gonna be okay" a female's voice stated
next to me. I snapped my head towards her. She was young, she was blonde

Another fucking blonde
I've had enough of blonde girls

I let my head fall back against the bed
and was surprised when the impact
was cushioned by a pillow.
I went straight to sleep.

Your POV

I turned on the tv when I got back to
my room, just to check and see if
anything had been said about today's
earlier event.

I sat down on the bed as I listened and
untied my shoes, slipping them off
and throwing them off to the side of
the room. I pushed myself back onto the bed and kept listening watching along this time.
A report started.

An old secret bunker had blown to
pieces, killing two people a young
woman and a young man not yet
identified but pictures of their
deceased faces were shown, I
scrunched up my nose and closed my
eyes.

I opened one slightly when the face of
the young boy was shown.
I sat up.

No-

Wait-

No-

This couldn't be.
There was no way?

That face-

SAM

FUCKING SAM

I jumped up on the bed as something
invisible hit me in the chest, cutting
off my breath.
There was NO FUCKING WAY

I grabbed my shoes, pulled them on
like an animal and didnt care to tie the
laces as I was already running out.
Leaving the door open and all of my
belongings in the room.
I rushed downstairs to the woman's
desk.

"Hello honey"she smiled gently and
my voice attacked her straight away

"WHERES THE CLOSEST
HOSPITAL!?" I practically yelled in
shock She looked at me confused

"Honey are you okay? what happened,
are you hurt?" She asked in a worried
tone
"WHERE IS THE CLOSEST FUCKING HOSPITAL" I screamed at the poor lady, she only wanted to help but I couldn't keep waiting
"St. Thomas' Hospital is 20 minutes
away from here by car" she replied
hurriedly I ran out and speeded to the main street. I yelled out for a cab to stop.

One did and I hopped in
Without greeting or question I begged
for the driver to take me to the St.
Thomas' and without hesitation he
started driving. I took a breath after
realizing I had been holding it since
getting into the taxi.

Traffic.

Fucking traffic.

FUCK FUCK FUCK

Time skip

"Bomb.. accident.. patient? Surv-
survivor?" I didnt have words, I didnt
have breath, my head was spinning, I
was rushing myself and this was the
damn after taste.

I slapped my cheek convincing myself
to get it together.
"There was an explosion.. there was a
survivor? Was he bro-brought here?" I
managed to question and laid a hand
on my chest as I caught my breath
slowly.

The woman went to the back and
talked to some other person I didnt
seem necessary to acknowledge.
She came back and nodded in my
direction,
"Yes there was a patient who was
taken in about an hour ago, how can I
help you?" I sighed

"I want to see him" I stated
"Visiting hours have ended 20
minutes ago miss I'm sorry" I glanced at the clock on the wall across the room, 8:20pm

Fuck again

Fuck!

"I really need to see him!" I begged
"I'm sorry miss but unless you're
direct family I can't let you" she spoke
apologetically

I sighed in disbelief
I didnt wanna put up a fight and I sat
down on a couch in the waiting room,
facing the desk, just after asking when
visiting hours started again. 6am.
I'd be able to see him in about
10 hours.

10 long fucking hours.

Goddamnit I gotta stop cursing.

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