“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
― Frank Herbert, Dune
Slowly gaining conciseness I open my eye's to see my dad asleep in a chair not wanting to wake him I silently look around what seem's to be a hospital room. "What happened?" Putting the palm of my hand against my eye to dull the aching, I go to get up but the IV is to short for me to make it far. "Bloody hell." I hiss as the IV pulls causing a sharp pain in my wrist. "What are you doing?" Turning at the sound of my dad's questionable groggy voice. "I just needed to pee." I lied as I make my way to my dad's chair. "You could of asked for help." He said softly while starring at my neck. "You're injured you shouldn't move around much." Sitting down in front of him I hold his hands in mine. "I'm fine dad." I whisper reassuringly. "No you're not." Gently he brings his hand to my neck and lifts up the bandage to examine the gruesome cut that wraps around the front of my pale neck. "Don't worry it doesn't hurt." Moving his hand off of my neck i secure the bandage back on tightly. "I need some air." Pushing the button on my bed for nurses assistance I ask them to remove the IV so I can go for a little walk. After a couple minutes of thinking about it, the nurse decides to remove the IV. "Thank you." I tell the young female nurse as she leaves the room, Looking back at my dad I give him a reassuring smile as I get up and make my way into the hallway that was pretty much secluded except for the nurses who were quietly making there rounds and taking calls, Minding my own business I walk a little farther down the hallway to reach another hall that leads to what looks to be the exit of this section of the hospital. The hallway was a baby blue and had windows lined up along the wall, One after another the windows continued until they reached the glass sliding doors. Walking down the hall slowly I stare out the window looking down at the people who were hurrying to get to their destinations before they got soaked. Putting my hand on the cold window that was getting pelted by rain I start to think about what had happened. "Mr. Cart-well." Was all I could remember before i'm pulled out of my thought process by Doctors rushing by with a man on a gurney. "Pour guy." I thought to myself sympathetically as the gurney passed covered in blood, Sighing I walk back to my room. "Yes John I need you to do a background search on a Mr.Cart-well." Stopping in my tracks outside my hospital room I listen in on my dads conversation. " I don''t know, Yes she's okay, Goddamnit John can't you stay focused? Just run that background check." My dad growled as I walked into the room. "Oh honey you're back." He said as he put his phone in his jacket pocket. "I asked the doctor if we could do your treatment at home and he agreed." I tighten my grip on my clothes as he hands them to me. "At home?" Walking into the bathroom that was in the room I Change into some clean Pjs that my dad had gone and picked up from the house. Wouldn't i t be better if I stayed here." I asked walking out of the bathroom. "What if something happens again?"He smiled at me warmly taking my hand to lead me out of the hospital room. "I'll be able to protect you better at home." He assured me as he lead me into the hallway that had all the windows. "Okay." I sighed as we made our way to the first floor, Sitting down in the first floor waiting room while my dad goes to pull the car up front I notice a man who looks familiar standing in the other room. Where do I know him from I thought to myself as the man turns his head and I get a glimpse of his haunting black eyes. "wait isn't that?" Fear suddenly feels my stomach as me and the man make eye contact, The man had a scar from his eyebrow to what looked like the end of his nose making his eyes look even more terrifying then they were before. Gasping I stay still hoping my dad will walk through the door any minute as the man slowly made his way towards me with that familiar smile on his face.