My Doll

Chapter 45

Brendon cursed under his breath, feeling a thorn push its way through the skin on his hand. He moved the roses into his other hand, pulling out the thorn quickly.

It was only fitting that he'd do what he was about to do since he's already caused so much pain to this family and that he was in love with the daughter of said family.

Walking through the automatic doors, Brendon found himself in the all too familiar hospital, the one where he went to after Ella shot him. He took a deep breath, then made his way up to the front desk.

The woman looked up, her glasses on the tip of her nose. "Hello, sir. How may I help you today?" She typed, her long fingernails scratching the poor keys on the keyboard.

Brendon put on a fake smile, then let out a breath. "I'm here to visit Luke Wilson." The woman looked back up at him, her lips pursed.

"I'm sorry, but visiting hours have been over since six. Unless you're family to the patient, I can't let you in there." Brendon raked his bottom lip in between his teeth, sighing.

"I'm his son, Brendon Urie." She cocked a brow, then typed something on her computer again, rolling her eyes. 

"He's in room three-thirteen. Please, use the stairs. The last thing we need is the patients to wake up because of the old elevator."

Brendon smiled, then nodded. "Thank you. Have a nice night." The woman scoffed, then went back to doing whatever she was doing before Brendon had got there.

As he made his way to the stairs Brendon thought about the woman working the front desk. "What a fucking bitch." He chuckled to himself, beginning to climb the three flights of stairs.

Brendon had thought about how people normally pick a job they aren't happy with, then they decide to take out their misery on other people.

Just as Brendon was about to walk down the hall, another thorn found its way into his other hand. "Shit!" A nurse that was going door to door looked up at him, annoyed with him.

"Sir, please watch your language and keep it down. Our patients are trying to relax." Brendon pursed his lips, then nodded, continuing to make his way to Luke's room.

Luckily for him, the room was just a few steps away. Before entering, he knocked on the door twice, then made his way in.

Luke looked over slowly, the burns on his face making Brendon want to gag. Then again, he was the one who did that to him.

"W-What are you doing here?" Luke winced, the burns driving him insane. Brendon cleared his throat and made his way into the room.

"Ella called me and told me to see if you were ok. I'm sorry about what happened." Luke rolled his eyes, then looked at Brendon.

"Y-You didn't have anything to do with it. D-Don't be sorry, Brendon." He smiled, placing the flowers on the table.

"I also came here to see if we could talk about something that has been on my mind for a while." Brendon looked into Luke's eyes, hoping that he would want to talk.

With a small nod, Luke gave him the 'ok', then listened to him speak.