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There’s a numbing buzz of noise, people talking, walking, kind of distant, beyond the door to Chase’s hospital room. He doesn’t know how long he’s been here, he just woke up here. Every once in a while someone will come in, say something about medications, adjust the drip and then leave. Nobody is telling him what’s going on but their bedside manner is distinctly lacking and he’s overheard a few things he probably shouldn’t have. Murmurs about attempted suicide and his heart having stopped for five minutes straight.
Thanks to the painkillers, time doesn’t really mean anything. It could have been an hour since he woke up, or a week, or a month, there’s no knowing. They talk about him being high risk, but healing well. Chase doesn’t talk, just sits and thinks while they continue like he’s not even there. The more he thinks, the more he realises….none of it was real was it?
There’s no magical building out there filled with quirky weirdos who all look the same, hidden in plain sight and fighting for their lives. This is just some Wizard of Oz deal where he did something stupid, and his brain made up some weird and wondrous place filled with strange people to make him feel better about his shitty life.
Twins named Jim, a cyborg, a squirrel man, and a trans-dimensional superhero for a best friend. Yeah, no. None of that happened.
Those two kids, Marvin and Anti. They looked just like him….kind of. Chances are they’ll put Chase in with a psychiatrist who’ll say Marvin is representative of all his hopes and dreams from back in the early days of Bro Average, and they’ll say Anti is representative of his alcoholism. The literal demon that holds him back. Fuck. It’s so obvious now.
Of course it’s not real. There were people in there who cared about him. Bim, what the hell kind of name is Bim anyway, said he didn’t want to see Chase hurt but there’s not a soul who honestly cares. No friends. No family. Just a broken waste of space.
Warm tears flow over the swell of Chase’s cheeks as he lays there. Shutting his eyes, he squeezes them tight.
From outside, there’s a distinct click-click-click of heels on the tiled floor of the hallway. Somehow they pierce through all the other noises, constant and calming as they slowly come closer and closer before walking into the room.
The voice is feminine, but firm and inarguable. The kind of voice that could easily command the attention of any room it were used in. The kind of voice a lot of men out there would probably pay good money to be ordered about by.
Probably another doctor. Chase doesn’t bother to open his eyes.
The shoes clack closer and something is placed on the bed beside him. Chase flinches as he feels cold fingers brush against his cheek and blearily forces his eyes open. As the blurriness clears, he sees a stunning young woman standing over him. Her short hair is black save for the bright red of her fringe that’s sweeps to one side of her face. A partially unbuttoned white shirt, with smart black pants, while her fitted black blazer has been placed on the bed.
“You know,” She smirks at him, “you really had me worried for a moment.”
“There’ll be plenty of time for questions later.” There’s a twinkle in her eyes as she gently brushes a thumb over his lips. “Let’s start with, you can call me Celine.”
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