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⇢ 𝟐𝟏 ˗ˏˋ 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜 ࿐ྂ

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With that being said, (Y/N), Steven and Marc all walked back inside to the white, door filled hallways of the hospital, carefully stalling through the hallways in case another unpleasant memory came right around the corner.

"Back at the house there was that bedroom that you didn't want me to go into," Steven pointed back at Marc. "That's it. That's where we'll go."

"Just a second. Just a second. Just wait a second. Just give me a second here. Okay?" Marc grasped Steven's shirt and tugged on it to stand right in front of him. "Um, look, we don't have to go back through it all again. We can just talk. Let's just talk. Right here, right now. I'll tell you. . .I'll tell you everything, okay?"

Marc's eyes were glassy and a red hue was coloring onto the round shape of his eyes, his urge to not cry in front of Steven and (Y/N) being more powerful than before.

"I'm just begging you, don't make us go there again," he finished. "It's not worth it."

Steven couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Not worth it? Not worth it? Marc, you're about to lose everything. Do you understand? If we don't get back, and Harrow succeeds, and all those people die. . .if Layla dies, that's on your head."

Marc lowered his gaze as Steven kept speaking and (Y/N) finally spotted how red Marc's eyes had gotten and his attempts in trying to hide the emotions behind his plain expression were failing.

"It'll be all your fault."

"No, no, no! You can't!" Marc finally snapped, and he began slapping his own head and hair with his hands in a desperate demeanor. "I won't do it! I won't do it! You can't make me! You can't make me!"

(Y/N) did her best in pulling him back to a calm state. "Marc, it's okay. It's okay. Snap out of it!"

Marc didn't seem to listen to her words and continued in hitting his head so abruptly that he backed away from (Y/N) just a few steps and was able to hit one of the white doors behind him open.

The door behind them revealed another memory, and just the sight of it made all of them snap their heads in the same direction at the same time. Marc had stopped his actions to check the sight for himself, Steven wanted an explanation and (Y/N) couldn't utter a single sentence out.

"Where are we?" Steven looked back at (Y/N), who had taken the lead in the room.

Steven wasn't sure if there was a hint of sadness or nostalgia in the back of her voice, but he heard her answer to him. "Layla's room."