forum ~Hospital to Forget~ {what happens when you start to remember?} (CLOSED for now)

Started April 24, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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"I-I don't remember." Marya admitted, eyes wide.

Vaughn glanced away from his food once he was done. His eyes shifted up to the door to his room, body tensing as he shifted his weight, seeing that it was just barely cracked open. He glanced up at the corner of his room where the small blinking light of a camera was. He never had anything to do something about it before, but his eyes now drifted to the glass by him. Moving surprisingly fast, he was up and on his desk chair, smashing the glass into the camera in an attempt to break it. He snatched up a piece of glass from the shattered cup and ran out into the hall, breaking into a sprint.

Marya screamed when the glass shattered, huddling into a ball. Glass shattering…it was bringing up things she didn't want to remember.

Vaughn heard a shout for him to stop, but he continued to run through the maze of halls, unsure of where the exit was. He looked behind him for just a moment, then ran straight into a nurse who was walking past. Instinctively, he grabbed onto the woman, pressing the shard of glass to her throat sharply. He turned quickly to face a few guard-like men who approached him. “I swear to god, I will slit her throat if you don’t let me out of this madhouse,” he hissed. Of course, he wouldn’t have hurt the woman no matter how it went. He didn’t like hurting women.

A long string of curses flew from Rafael’s mouth and he raced down the hallway after Vaughn, eyes wild.

"I could really use a cigar right now." Marya looked up at Loriana, hopeful.

The edges of the sharp was beginning to slice into his own fingers as he gripped it tightly with one hand, holding onto the crying woman with the other. The men shouted at him for him to let the woman go and put his “weapon” down, holding their own weapons now.

The pull was getting harder to resist. Where am I going? Marya stumbled out of the room, pain laced with her every step as she walked blindly around the hospital.

She fell against a door and walked into a room. It was just a room. With a bed. Was her subconscious telling her she needed sleep?

Gisella heard a scream and flung into a panic. She ran around her room, frantically adjusting everything she could. She felt that when things went out of control, there was a sense of safety in controlling the simple things.