Killer Cruise

Chapter 36

Your POV:

The day lulls by as I lay in bed with Lynne. Noah came in and questioned nothing, even Lorraine emerges from her little interrogation chamber, the two went about their day before falling asleep on the bed, a wall of pillows between them.

My hands mindlessly traced along the cannula in Lynne's arm, we filled each other on every little detail that happened since we last saw each other. Each word presented a new heartache of its own, adding to the narrative of 'I don't know what the hell is going on but it's scaring the shit out of me'

A knock on the door, causes Lorraine to roll out of bed, making her way to the door like a drunkard. A faint conversation by the door could be heard and soon footsteps made their way towards us.

"I knew this guy back in high school," Lorraine drowsily mumbles "he'll take the thing out. He says Lynne's well enough to be without constant medical supervision and just needs to take these meds,"

She places a strip of tablets onto the bed before ambling to her own.

"Be a doll and show him the way out when he's done (y/n)," is the last she says before faceplanting onto the pillow wall.

I watch, maybe a little too closely as the his nimble fingers gently remove the cannula and did their work.

"Say you're the.. the girl that stays with bts right?"

...what?

At my blank stare, the man nervously laughs, readjusting his glasses "you probably don't remember me but I was there when you were wrongfully accused of being the killer,"

Squinting at him I assess his features, large round eyes behind thick glasses, low nosebridge ...he does look familiar.

OH!

"You're security footage guy right?" I jumped up.

He nodded, happy that I remembered.

...wait a minute isn't the security footage controlled by the killer and his men ...or her men. Staggering back, I form a shield between Lynne and him.

He seems to have noticed, shaking his head in protest "My computer was taken away for repairs that night, haven't seen it since, I'm not evil I swear,"

Sounds like something an evil person would say.

"Why are you suddenly part of the medical staff if you were previously on the tech team or whatever," my hands began sweating, even as I desperately wipe them along my shirt, well Taehyungs pink 'I love Min Yoongi' shirt actually.

"I'm multi-talented," he quickly replies, taking several steps back when I grab the air-conditioning remote off the side table "but hand to hand combat is not under one of my talents,"

"Sorry, I normally wouldn't be this hostile but given the circumstance can you forgive me for shooing you out?" My tone remains polite as I took a few steps forward, armed with the remote and a magazine.

He took even larger steps backward, picking up the dustbin as a shield "Of course, just could you tell Taehyung people will come by to remove the stitches tomorrow,"

"Sure thing, Thank you,"

"Don't mention it," his voice shrunk as he left the dustbin by the door, running out the room. After double checking that he had indeed left and the doors were locked my shoulders finally relaxed.

Returning to Lynne, I plop down by her feet, we only stole Lynne today, I didn't do anything but lay here and talk to her, console her but among all other days today seems to be the most tiring. She places her hand on my head, running her fingers through my hair, she knew it helped me but even that couldn't de-stress me.