~A/n The song for this chapter is White Room by Cream.
After talking to my mom on the phone, I quickly made my way to the hospital Niall was in. It was not past visiting hours yet, so I was allowed to see him. I walked right into his room. Niall looked so peaceful. If it was even possible, even with his tubes he looked beautiful.
I stood there for a moment, thinking how it would have all been different if I had told him about my visions. Niall would not have been here right now, and probably neither would have Lloyd. That explosion would have most likely not happened, and everyone would have been totally healthy and okay. Lloyd would have been in a bar while Niall and I would have been in that asylum.
But then if none of this had happened, I would not have known what was happening to me. My vision attacks would have been mysterious and I would have kept them from not only from Niall but also myself. If I hadn't called my mom a moment ago I would have never known I could heal. I guess it was for the best that this all happened. Who knows what we would encounter on our little road trip?
I quietly walked up to the boy laying on a hospital bed, tubes and an IV attached to him and a monitor. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and put a hand on his forehead. I thought of all the good, of Niall being healthy and without any scratches and burns. I pictured him free of any illness. His smile seared into my mind. I kept at it as I thought of the best.
I don't know how long I've been standing like that— probably a few seconds— but soon enough I heard Niall let out a small, faintly audible gasp. I opened my eyes to see him looking back at me with those beautiful blue eyes of his. He had no burn marks, no marks of a fire on him anywhere. Even the monitor that showed his heartbeat was a bit faster than it was a moment before.
Niall looked up at me in confusion, and then he looked around. He was a bit surprised the location.
"Robin," Niall said softly once he finished the small tour with his eyes. "Why am I in a hospital?"
"You got into an accident," I explained to him, sitting down on a chair next to the bed. "Lloyd's apartment caught on fire and you went to save him. By the time the firemen got there, the apartment blew up. You were burned pretty bad, so you were brought here."
"Oh my god, where is Lloyd? Is he okay?" Niall questioned.
"Yes, he is fine. You two got lucky. Your burns weren't that serious."
Niall reached a hand up to touch his face, and his glance met mine with confusion. "What burns?"
Here it was. The moment of truth. What was I going to tell him?
No, I won't tell him until we are safe away from this town. He was going to find out but in due time.
"I will explain everything later," I said. "Right now you should eat. I'll go get you some food."
I left the room before he could ask any more questions. I quickly made my way to the food court and some fruits, two slices of pie, and two sodas. There was a long line at the checkout, but thankfully the people there worked pretty fast. In no time, I was fourth in line. Bored, I scanned the faces of the cashiers. The first one was a woman that looked to be about in her late twenties. She had dark pink hair in two braids and a nose piercing. The second cashier was a man with ginger hair. He looked to be about Niall's height and had a small beard.
Before I could get to the third cashier something in the second one caught my eye. At first glance, you would think he's a normal college student trying to earn money somehow. As original as he might've seemed, he was anything but. Because when he finished helping the old lady check out, his eyes turned pitch black when she wasn't looking. It all happened in a single second that if you weren't paying attention to him you wouldn't notice. But I was paying attention. And I noticed.
I told the young couple behind me that they can skip me in line and strolled out the cafeteria with the food. No one stopped me either. You'd think that a hospital would have some security. When I was on ground level I picked up my pace and got to Niall's room.
"Niall," I called in a hurried tone. "We need to get out of here. Right now."
"What?" Niall asked. "What's going on?"
"There's a demon in the food court. I don't know if he saw me, but we can't take any risks. You go get checked out as I get Lloyd. Check him out too."
Niall looked at me wide-eyed at first, but then got serious. "All right."
"Be quick," I tell him.
Niall and I ran the opposite directions. Lloyd's room was right next to his, so it didn't take me long to get there. I quickly healed him and his eyes flew open.
"No time to explain," I told him. "Get dressed. We're getting out of here fast."
He looked at me in confusion, but with the tone of my voice and look on my face he realized that I meant business. Lloyd grabbed his clothes from the chair next to his bed and began to dress as I waiting impatiently outside the room. In half a minute, he was all dressed and ready to go.
Lloyd followed me to the Riviera that was waiting outside the building. It was a good thing that I got it after calling my mom. I unlocked it and sat in the driver's seat, with Lloyd in the back.
"What happened?" Lloyd asked me. "Where's Niall?"
"Niall is checking you out of the hospital," I explained. "There is a demon in that building, and I don't know if it saw me. Who knows how many more there are in there.
I grew impatient waiting for Niall. After ten minutes passed I began to worry. Had the demon gotten to him already?
Soon my worry was washed away by a wave of relief. In the rearview mirror, I saw Niall run towards the car, already fully dressed in his clothes I found in the trunk.
"Drive," he said once he was in the passenger seat. "Drive!"
I stepped on the pedal and the Riviera sped away from the hospital premises. Since we couldn't risk being in town anymore I drove us out of Hughes, Oklahoma. I didn't know where I was driving us. All I knew was that I was driving the opposite way that we came from, which meant that we were progressing on our trip.
About twelve minutes into the drive outside town, Lloyd. spoke up.
"You just past the asylum."
He was right. I wasn't looking and didn't realize I passed the abandoned building. I stepped on the breaks and turned to Lloyd.
"Do you have any safehouse anywhere?" I asked him.
"In the next city," he replied. "It's about a two and a half hour drive from here."
"Okay, then can you stay here for a bit while we look for the book? Then we will bring you to the safehouse."
"Sure, just make it quick."
"No problem. We'll be back before you can say 'pie'."
Niall and I got out of the car and walked to the trunk. Niall opened it and an entire collection of weapons looked up at us.
"Ready?" Nialled asked wit a glance at me.
I let out a breath and said, "Ready."
We took two knives and bottles of holy water and put on a belt to hold them, and then walked for the asylum. We left phone for Bobby just in case.
As we walked up to the front I suddenly get shivers down my spine. I don't know why. Something about this place made me scared. I just felt exposed and vulnerable all of a sudden. Maybe it was because Lloyd mentioned the ghosts. Or maybe it was because it was scary looking with its front yard covered with dead grass and trees. Possibly both.
We walked into the dark building. The asylum was ransacked on the inside. Graffiti covered every wall and everything was coated with a layer of dust. Bottles and papers littered the floor. It was very dark. Our only sources of light were the moonlight coming through the shattered barred windows and our flashlights.
We went further into the asylum. The double doors we walked through had a sign about them that said "SOUTH WING". The door handles had a chain around them with a padlock, which was broken.
I heard a skitter to my left, but when I shined my flashlight there I didn't see anything
"Did you hear that?" I asked in a trembling voice.
"Yeah, probably just a rat," Niall said, shrugging it off.
Everything in the South Wing was also turned over. It looked like a sanctuary of some sort. The beds were on their sides and the white curtains were ripped off their rods. Syringes and medicine bottles littered the floor.
"Niall," I whispered, "I'm scared."
"Me too," he said. "But you have to admit this is adrenaline pumping."
Something squeaked and I squealed, moving closer to Niall. "What was that?"
He turned to me with an annoyed expression on his face and said, "It was just a bed that I bumped into. Look. If you're scared you could have just stayed outside. Better yet at home. It's just an old abandoned hospital for the mad. So if you want to leave, be my guest. Go outside and let me find it myself. Do you want to leave?"
I shook my head "no''. There was one way. There was no way I was going to go back out through an abandoned hospital for the mad myself.
"He said it was in the surgery room," Niall said. "I wonder if this is it."
He pointed to a white door. The letters on it smudged so it was hard to make out what it said. Niall opened the door, with me following behind. Unfortunately, it was just a storage room.
We walked out of the small room and back out to the infirmary. Something caught my eye. There was a three-digit number scratched into the wall. That scared me because that number was not there when we opened the storage room door.
"Niall," I said in a shaky voice. "Look." I pointed to the numbers on the wall, Niall's eyes following my finger.
"What the hell?" he said.
The three-digit number was 138. A part of me had no doubt a ghost scratched that into the wall. Something told me that the number was the room number of the surgery room. I also had no doubt that the spirit wanted us to find the book before Zayn did just as much as we did.
A/N Heyy. Oh, look at that, the story finally got up to the prologue excerpt. Also, since I didn't really update last week, I decided to reward you with an extra chapter :)
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