Late

He walks in the room with me. He puts his other hand in his pocket and pulls out this small box.
"Wha… what are you going to do with that?" I ask stumbling my words.
He continues to fiddle with the box. *flick* *flick* *flash* it was a lighter! It lit up the entire room. The orange fire glowed in his face. He had light brown hair that rested on his forehead. He had a dirty white and blue shirt with dirt stains all over it. He puts his gun agents my head.
"This is my hospital now. Understand?" He says.
His voice never fit the way he acted. Neither did his clothes. He looked and acted like a nice sweet guy, but had a nasty heart. The cold gun feels like it's getting heavier on my face.
"Got it?!" He yells
i nod to save my life. He pulls the weapon away.
"Great to know that we are on the same page"
he turns around and looks at Dr. Vandore.
" Show me where the antidote is"
"we don't have it… yet"
"yet?"
"we are working on a cure, but I may take a wile…"
" I don't have a fucking wile!"
"you can stay here with us, we might fine a cure"
"how long will it be?"
he says putting his gun in his pocket
"I don't know"
"but I need to save my wife!"
"and I need to save my friend" Thomas whispers
" who?"
he starts to tear up.
"ha... Ha.." He says but runs away

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