John jolted awake, his heart pounding in his chest. The explosion had been so close. Where had it come from? He looked around, expecting to see his mother standing beside him, the same look of panic on her face before she masked it but she wasn't there. That panicked John even more.
“Mom?” he called, hating that his voice cracked as he said that. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to calm down. It was a bad dream. He'd had them before. It was some sort of weird Connor legacy that he'd be plagued with nightmares. This all had to be a bad dream.
"To get our minds off this horrible event, however, let me announce something very happy, and that is... you guessed it: the arrival of new patients!”
Horrible event? What horrible event? It wasn't time! They still had years before Judgment day! At least, he thought they did. Could that explosion have been something else? No, no, oh god. It couldn't be true. If it had happened there would be no talk of patients or anything. This would all be gone. Something else must have happened. The explosion must have alerted the police... Why didn't he remember?
“Mom!” he called louder, sliding out of what he realized was a bed. His normal clothing was gone and in their place was this horrible gray shirt with a sadistic looking smiley face. Some kids at school might have liked it as it was creepy enough to be 'cool' but it didn't give him a good impression about where he was. What sort of patient was he?
John tried to listen to the rest of the man's voice coming over the intercom but all he talked about was breakfast and once again mentioning the arrival of 'new patients' before clicking off. So he was a patient and judging by the room and the clothes and the way the beds were bolted to the floor it was a mental hospital. He shivered, remembering the last hospital he'd been in. He hadn't been a patient that time but he'd seen the wild look in his mother's eyes as they broke her out and it frightened him. John may have thought she was crazy once before but nothing compared to the way she was the moments after the mental hospital. They never talked about it much and it scared John to think that she could end up there again. He just never figured that he was in danger of landing in the same situation.
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John jolted awake, his heart pounding in his chest. The explosion had been so close. Where had it come from? He looked around, expecting to see his mother standing beside him, the same look of panic on her face before she masked it but she wasn't there. That panicked John even more.
“Mom?” he called, hating that his voice cracked as he said that. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to calm down. It was a bad dream. He'd had them before. It was some sort of weird Connor legacy that he'd be plagued with nightmares. This all had to be a bad dream.
"To get our minds off this horrible event, however, let me announce something very happy, and that is... you guessed it: the arrival of new patients!”
Horrible event? What horrible event? It wasn't time! They still had years before Judgment day! At least, he thought they did. Could that explosion have been something else? No, no, oh god. It couldn't be true. If it had happened there would be no talk of patients or anything. This would all be gone. Something else must have happened. The explosion must have alerted the police... Why didn't he remember?
“Mom!” he called louder, sliding out of what he realized was a bed. His normal clothing was gone and in their place was this horrible gray shirt with a sadistic looking smiley face. Some kids at school might have liked it as it was creepy enough to be 'cool' but it didn't give him a good impression about where he was. What sort of patient was he?
John tried to listen to the rest of the man's voice coming over the intercom but all he talked about was breakfast and once again mentioning the arrival of 'new patients' before clicking off. So he was a patient and judging by the room and the clothes and the way the beds were bolted to the floor it was a mental hospital. He shivered, remembering the last hospital he'd been in. He hadn't been a patient that time but he'd seen the wild look in his mother's eyes as they broke her out and it frightened him. John may have thought she was crazy once before but nothing compared to the way she was the moments after the mental hospital. They never talked about it much and it scared John to think that she could end up there again. He just never figured that he was in danger of landing in the same situation.