Restless and paranoid

Mark couldn’t sleep that night, alone in the hospital room, feeling extremely uncomfortable, sick of taking medication.

He had other visits from friends after Winter, Tiffany, Daniel, Maple and Eliza all visited at their own times. As soon as those visiting hours were over, Mark once again felt alone with just his wandering mind.

Late at night, he peeking around the room after he thought he heard something. The room was so much darker than he had even remembered. The curtains of the glass window of the hospital door were down but from the outside, he could tell someone was standing there.

Why were they so slow, seemed creepy. Was it really just a nurse or a doctor?

The door then creaked open, he couldn’t see who it was at first but the shadow was large and dark.

“Uhh who’s there…” he muttered quietly, a little paranoid.

The door continued to open until it swung wide open to reveal the culprit. Mark’s heart started racing further, standing at the door was Bryce Walker. The light from the corridor gave Mark a chance to see how he looked.

He was wearing the same hospital gown, but it was noticeable that he had his own blood running down his legs. Just like him, he had cuts and bruises all along his face that was entirely visible to his eye sight. Bryce looked to be in complete pain as he trudged forward towards Mark without saying anything.

“Bryce? Is that you? Are you okay?”

No reply, he just trudged forward, one foot after the other, very slowly. It reminded Mark of a zombie, he looked half dead coming his way. He started to panic, it’s not like Mark could just jump out of this bed and run away.

“You ruined my car…”

Bryce stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at Mark, continuing to speak slowly.

“You ruined my body…”

“You ruined my football career…”

Mark gulped, he couldn’t even say anything if he wanted to. Suddenly, Bryce ripped the neck brace off his neck with incredible ****.

After a couple of seconds of silence, Bryce spoke again, “You deserve this…”

Bryce then threw his body forward, diving his body on top of Mark. His two meaty thick hands grabbed him by the scruff of the neck as he began to **** Mark out.

Mark squirmed in his hospital bed, his feet kicked, his hands grabbing a hold of Bryce’s arms, trying to pull them off him. But it was no use, he couldn’t compete with the strength of an alpha jock like him.

His body was giving in, “I told you I would kill you if you scratched my car…”

“AHHHH!”

Mark’s eyes opened, his upper body jumping up in the bed, awakening from a nightmare.

His heart thumped, “Oh god, it was just a dream…” he said to himself, his body aching from jumping in surprise.

Looking around the room, he remembered he was safe here, at least that’s what he was trying to convince himself. Clearly his mind also wanted to try tell him otherwise by the constant paranoia and bad dreams.

Sore, Mark tried to get some decent sleep after that, just wishing he was back on campus…