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||Chapter 14 - Contemplating Sanity||

 I ran. 

Dark blood dripped from the ceilings and seeped through the cracks of my sanity, smothering everything. It clouded my vision and filled my lungs with frozen fingers. The darkness was coming. It bit at my ankles and nipped at my clothes as I tried desperately to get away. It was so cold, and I wanted nothing more than to be away from it. 

The frozen fingers  were soaked in blood as they reached for me. Now they were choking me. Now I couldn't breath. 

But I ran.

My boots pounded across deserts of broken glass and rivers of blackened blood before I finally reached the place that I thought had been safe.  I looked all around, and there was no trace of the cold, dark shadows anywhere. 

I breathed a sigh of relief. I was safe. I was going to live.

No I wasn't.

It sucked me under the waves, and once again I couldn't breath. Fingers wrapped around my ankles and dragged me to the bottom. The cold was seeping into my veins as I sank deeper and deeper under the water. I hit the bottom, the murk rising up in a wave around me, as I settled softly into the mud. I tried so hard not to die, knowing I had something important to do... what was it? Memories slipped from my mind just as a handful of sand would slip through my fingers. I felt my body relax, even as my lungs cried out for air. Eventually I succumbed to the cold waters and the bloody hands that chained my ankles to the murky bottom.

I knew I was going to die.

So I ran. 

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 I jolted awake, still reveling from my nightmare. 

After my vision cleared, my eyes were assaulted with the view of a hospital room from the perspective of the patient. How had I gotten there? The last thing I remembered was pounding on my cell door, feeling that there was something wrong with me. There was a glimpse of blue eyes and then... Nothing. There was a large gap in my memory, with nothing remaining except the faint aching in my upper arm. 

To be honest, I was getting sick of waking up in strange places and having no idea how I got there or what had happened. I checked my arm, peeling back the bandage to reveal a noticeably healthier looking bite mark. They had stitched it up, but there was still faint traces of the black veins that had spider webbed around the punctures, and upon tracing the surface of one of the infected veins, I found that they were sore. Though the silky soft sheets were comfortable, I found it difficult to adjust with the many tubes and needles attached to me, and I also discovered my left wrist was handcuffed to the railing on the bed. I felt trapped and claustrophobic in the small, warm space.

My head snapped up to the sound of an quick intake of breath from someone else in the room. I looked around, and to my surprise, I found the sleeping form of Captain Warner himself in the chair next to my hospital bed. I wasn't sure what he was doing here, but I assumed that it was to keep an eye on me in case I tried to escape. He snored softly, bringing a twitch of a smile to my lips. He was doing a great  job keeping an eye on me. 

I looked around for a clock, but found nothing except the inside of a plain brown door and stark white walls surrounding the small space. There were two tables on either side of the bed, along with the IV cart and the machine that beeped out my steady pulse. 

My gaze fell back onto the Captain. He looked cute when he was sleeping, not so uptight and cold. It was a welcome change to his handsome features that were usually frowning.