Night 56: West Wing, South Hall 1-B
[From here.]
Being down this way certainly did nothing for Peter's nerves. The last time he had come near this part of the hospital was when him and Harry...yeah. Right about there was where the shapeshifters came in.
The footsteps paused, the yellowed beam lingering on a seemingly unremarkable patch of floor. Then it jerked, swirling all around the hall, peeking into every corner and the distant ends and doors. Up on the roof. Peter stilled his breathing with some difficulty, throat grown thick. He hadn't even thought about it. He did even think twice about this being the same hall. And they had found Harry through the next door, where the thing shaped like his father had led him quietly away.
The door right over there. The door to the girl's block.
Heart pounding, Peter grit his teeth and approached. Shone the light behind him once again. His spider sense wasn't making a peep, but he could just feel it. Like something was creeping up on him here. So much had happened since then, but cripes, it really had been only two weeks.
But much like the Hallucination Hall of upstairs fame, he couldn't let this part of the institute spook him. An attack could happen anywhere. And if this spot was dangerous, if the only thing he thought of when he was standing here was how Mary Jane's mouth had split into rows of inhuman teeth and how the blood had burbled out of Harry's neck, then he was already a goner. He couldn't help Senna if he was frozen stiff.
Right. Senna Senna Senna. Focus. Peter wet his lips and went for the doorknob, sweet talking his heart out of the drum-like pounding it had adopted. He wasn't about to let Senna go the same way as Harry. No way on Earth. Whatever this planet was.
[To here.]
Being down this way certainly did nothing for Peter's nerves. The last time he had come near this part of the hospital was when him and Harry...yeah. Right about there was where the shapeshifters came in.
The footsteps paused, the yellowed beam lingering on a seemingly unremarkable patch of floor. Then it jerked, swirling all around the hall, peeking into every corner and the distant ends and doors. Up on the roof. Peter stilled his breathing with some difficulty, throat grown thick. He hadn't even thought about it. He did even think twice about this being the same hall. And they had found Harry through the next door, where the thing shaped like his father had led him quietly away.
The door right over there. The door to the girl's block.
Heart pounding, Peter grit his teeth and approached. Shone the light behind him once again. His spider sense wasn't making a peep, but he could just feel it. Like something was creeping up on him here. So much had happened since then, but cripes, it really had been only two weeks.
But much like the Hallucination Hall of upstairs fame, he couldn't let this part of the institute spook him. An attack could happen anywhere. And if this spot was dangerous, if the only thing he thought of when he was standing here was how Mary Jane's mouth had split into rows of inhuman teeth and how the blood had burbled out of Harry's neck, then he was already a goner. He couldn't help Senna if he was frozen stiff.
Right. Senna Senna Senna. Focus. Peter wet his lips and went for the doorknob, sweet talking his heart out of the drum-like pounding it had adopted. He wasn't about to let Senna go the same way as Harry. No way on Earth. Whatever this planet was.
[To here.]