𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐒 | [𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖐𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙]

⇢ 𝟏𝟓 ˗ˏˋ 𝙷𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 ࿐ྂ

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She awoke in a room with white tiles.

The room was entirely covered in a beautiful yet creepy shade of clean white. The color was on the walls, floor, and the door to whatever room she was in with the door closed. Her senses weren't fully awoken by then, so everything was blurry in her eyes as the black dots dispersed from her vision.

When her hearing sense returned, a terrified chill went down her spine. She heard that awfully familiar, sicking sound of a heart monitor by her side, and that's when she took a note of the place she was lying down on.

A classic hospital bed, except for the fact that the blankets, pillows and even the machinery around the bed were white. Her hospital gown was pearly white and her hair was pulled back in a hair tie so it wouldn't cover her face. She lowered her head to look down at her hands, and her stomach churned at the sight of the IV line in her left hand.

(Y/N) couldn't even move, and just the thought of it made her muscles groan in protest. Her throat felt dry and she couldn't utter a single word, not being able to voice her questions in the air or call for anyone's help. She hadn't registered where she was and why was she there, thinking it was nothing until she saw that the bloodied hole in her chest was gone too.

Then the gears inside her head clicked. Where were Harrow and his followers? What had happened back at the tomb?

Layla. Steven. Marc —

The door of the supposed hospital room opened, and in came a familiar female figure. Her curly brown hair was cascading down her shoulders and she wore a nurse's work attire in the same color as the walls beside her. She was carrying a tray between her fingers, that same glint in her eyes being visible to (Y/N)'s eye from where she sat.

"Sorry I'm late, Miss Mahfouz," Layla's voice ringed in her ears and a frown wrote itself on (Y/N)'s features. "I tried to free myself from the other patients so I could visit my favorite, is that okay?"

(Y/N) could only move her eyes up and down Layla in front of her and watched how she grabbed a marshmallow from the tray and brought it to her mouth. The only sound that came out of (Y/N)'s lips was the noise of a squeaked cry, like a baby trying to form a word.

Layla jumped at that sound. "Oh, I hope you're not upset. We've talked about this, (Y/N). You're my patient, it's not like we're best friends."

(Y/N) really tried to cry out. She really did. She wanted to gather all the strength in her vocal cords to scream at Layla to explain what was going on, but before she could do any of that. There was another knock in the door.