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Elle rose from her place at Conley’s bedside, and turned to face the door. She slowly crept toward it, her hand turning the doorknob slowly. She stood in between the slight crack in the door to see Bryan. “What do you want?” She asked, her voice stern, yet quiet. She hoped Conley wouldn’t hear her, but that was a lost hope; he always had a way of hearing everything, whether he heard it in his mind of through his ears.

 

Bryan stepped forward, pushing against the door, and Elle pushed back. “You cannot come in.” She warned, and Bryan simply laughed right out. 

“You’re so funny, Elle.” Bryan said. He took a step away, as if to leave. Though, when he turned away, Elle took a glance at Conley, and Bryan charged the door. Elle was sent flying back onto the floor. Her head knocked against the tiled floor with a CRACK! She groaned slightly, unmoving on the floor.

 

Bryan closed the door, locking it, and walked over to stand above Elle. He smirked, and then looked to Conley; his eyes were barely open. “Well, we meet again. This time you are conscious.” He said, walking over to Conley’s bedside.

 

“Now, as you know, I have the cure.” He said, leaning closely next to Conley. “And you know Im not going to give it up easily.”

 

Conley simply shook his head. “I know that.” Conley’s voice was barely a whisper.

 

Bryan smiled; he enjoyed having all the power. “And you also know, that you only have a few hours left. If that.” Bryan said as he pulled the anecdote out of his coat pocket. Conley’s eyes went wide as he stared at Bryan’s hand. “I knew you weren’t lying.” He said softly, closing his eyes. Bryan chuckled as he put the anecdote back in his coat, patting it protectively.

 

“Ill see you on the other side.” He said, patting Conley’s chest, right where his heart was. “Your heart is already weak.” Bryan said before walking away. He walked out of the door, closing it behind him.

 

Conley stared at Elle on the floor; she hadn’t moved since Bryan had entered the room. “Elizabeth?” Conley called. When she didn’t answer, he called the nurse. She came into the room in a hustle, thinking there was something wrong with Conley. When she saw he was fine, and there was a woman on the floor, she nodded in understanding. She walked over to Elle, checked her pulse, and nodded to Conley. 

“She’s alive- just unconscious.”

 

The male guard, who had escorted Elle through the hospital, came in and placed Elle on the bed beside Conley.