Night 58: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
((From here.))As he stealthily moved through the hall, Spock noted that it was quiet and dark. He didn't detect other patients, nor any hostile lifeforms. Perhaps the rest of the way leading to Dr. McCoy's quarters was in a similar state
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Everything was going as usual until he reached the hall just short of where he was supposed to be. It started innocuously, merely his name being whispered softly in his ear: Kratos...
And even though he could never forget the voice that spoke that single word, Kratos still swung around anyway, turning on his flashlight as he did so, seeking to find the source of that mysterious voice because he had already concluded that it had been someone other than her calling him, that she could not possibly be here in any form. And so, when his light came up with nothing, he merely shrugged and continued, writing off the voice as imagined.
Of course, he took no more than five steps before it called again, this time louder: Kill me.
And that he could not deny.
Where he had turned casually before, he now whirled around as if ambushed, flashlight beam darting here and there, looking, waiting for that flickering specter that had haunted him that night two weeks ago- her with eyes wide and pleading, arms outstretched, dress stained ( ... )
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