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If they were well controlled, the unit wouldn’t have to be locked, would it? But that’s not the real reason I am dreading my night on Ward D. I can’t tell Dr. Sleepy the real reason I was tossing and turning last night. I can’t tell anyone the real reason I’m desperately terrified of Ward D.
And she was right next to me. Wasn’t she?
CARPENTER Oh no.
She was my best friend. Jade Carpenter.
Still, something in my gut is screaming one thing: This man is lying to me.
“All of us,” Spider-Dan says in his monotone. “Damon Sawyer wants to kill every single one of us tonight.” “Why…” My voice is a hoarse croak. “Why do you think that?” “Because that’s what he told me he’s going to do.”
“Ramona,” I say urgently, “if the lights are out, does that mean the locks on the doors don’t work anymore?” She’s quiet for long enough that I’m starting to worry she’s not there anymore. “I don’t know,” she finally says. Oh no.
It’s Miguel, except he’s not wearing four shirts anymore. In fact, he’s not wearing any clothing at all. And he’s covered in blood.
“Miguel!” Ramona cries. “Where did you get all that jelly?” It takes me a few seconds to process her words. Miguel is not covered in blood.
For my own safety, I have to know exactly what Jade is capable of. And the only way to do that is to look at her chart.
“Miguel?” I call out. “Are you okay?” Then something emerges from the crack under the door. A dark liquid. It’s blood. And it’s leaking out from under the door.
And then I see him. The dark figure in the corner of the room. Waiting for me. And the door slams shut. I don’t even have time to scream.
Oh my God. Will is Jade’s boyfriend.
No, Jade’s boyfriend is Damon Sawyer.
If the attending physician on this unit is an old man, then who the hell was just with me in this room? And then the bar on my phone disappears.
It’s Mary. Mary Cummings. She’s finally joined her husband.
Noooo
He’s dead too.
NOT HIM ALSO
“You’re right—I haven’t even introduced myself.” He smiles at me and those dimples pop. “My name is Damon. Damon Sawyer. And it’s very nice to finally meet you, Amy. I’ve heard so much about you.”
And once Damon was out, we took care of the real Dr. Beck and Ramona.”
“All in a day’s work for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man,”
And she always tells me to do things. Bad things. But I don’t listen. Of course I don’t. Well, most of the time.
