Chapter 74

The hospital reeked of disinfectant and death.

Grant walked through the hallway with his hands stuffed in his pocket. He had a feeling of superiority as he made his way to room number 409. 

He got to the room and paused before opening the door. He made his way straight to the hospital bed where a lone figure lay, breathing through pipes and hooked up to various machines but otherwise wide awake.

Grant gripped the headrest and leaned in a bit to the figure. Their eyes followed him, widening in horror. Grant smiled, the gesture not reaching his eyes.

"Hello," He said cheerfully. "How are you doing on this beautiful day?"

The person's eyes darted around in a silent plea for help. Grant pouted at the act, raising a hand to his chest in mock hurt.

"Not even a hello for me?"

The eyes narrowed in pain, tears gathering in their corners. 

"You're so rude, you know that?" Grant cooed. "After all my kindness to you, you can't even show your ap