“I better dream if I have to struggle” Story of 19 year old Mary Alice Brandon
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5. Chapter 5
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~There's no simple explanation
For anything important any of us do
And yea the human tragedy
Consists in the necessity
Of living with the consequences
Under pressure, under pressure~ Courage, Sarah Polley
Dr. Sacks ran his fingers through his sandy blond hair, a pen in his other hand,
It was sad to have lost a nurse so suddenly, when he could have prevented it. But still, things happen for a reason, and he would catch the runaway patient tomorrow night, when he could slip away unnoticed. And now thinking of Alice, or little Bethany, he couldn't help but think that bringing small children up in such an environment when they shouldn't be here was wrong. He shook his head.
That nurse was so innocent; a simple mistake of going in a locked area and not holding on to her keys so they wouldn't jingle got her killed. If she would have held onto the keys, the patient wouldn't have been ready and out of his restraints. Though he was thankful, no blood was spilled. He only had so much control-shots were alright, but gashes wouldn't have been good.
It was hard to have to hide what you are, and that was one of many things he and Alice had in common. She could see the future; it was a gift and not a curse. How he wished for her to not think that what she was, was bad. She was just as innocent as the nurse, and she still was innocent.
He looked over to her small body, still sound asleep. Her even breathing and the steady drumbeat of her heart, and how peaceful she looked. She could put a smile on anyone's face, and she kept him happy and somewhat out of the misery he had been in for the last fifty years.
Though she was innocent, he felt like he wasn't. He wasn't human, for goodness sake! He was a blood drinking, cold blooded, super strengthen immortal freak - the very definition to him of a vampire. He was damned for life, for the rest of existence. He wasn't sure if he would get to go to heaven, or even if he could die. And if he could, would he even have a chance for heaven? Or would he go straight to the fiery pits of hell? Were vampires, his kind, forgotten in God's grand design?
He looked at the clock hanging on his room wall; it was seven thirty in the morning. How easily four and half hours went by, how easily decades went by! After all he should be seventy five, instead of twenty five, and that time went by rather fast too. But the people here in this hospital thought he was in his thirties, it was part of covering up what he was. He was so surprised that Alice hadn't said anything about how cold he was, unfortunately he couldn't cover up that.
It was time to move her back to her own room, before the doctors and nurses would notice that Alice was missing. They would also suspect things of him, even if to them their ages weren't close. But he was only 6 years older than Alice… he had to stop thinking about that. He was around seventy years older than her, or at least that's how much longer his existence was compared to hers.
He picked her up carefully, trying not to wake her. Her breathing shifted once, but then went back to normal when she rested her head on his chest. As he ran back to her room (so that no one would see them) and set her on her bed, he had the sudden urge to do something to her he never felt before. He felt as though he wanted to kiss her…and after he was done putting the restraints on (though very loose) he did, though it was only on her forehead.
Her warmth on his stone cold lips almost shocked him. As he walked out of the room and shut the door he realized something; for the first time in a while he felt safe and secure.
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