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*Beep Beep Beep*
Nat hated hospitals. Nat hated the sound of heart rate monitors, the white walls and floor, the smell of chemicals in the air. Nat tries to avoid them if they can, yet, here they are, at the medical center in the middle of Pittsford, surrounded by the sights and smells they hate. Nat's attention wasn't on that however, Nat's attention was solely centered around the woman inside, the woman who saved their life, Max Rutherford.
Nat didn't always hate hospitals. In fact, Nat used to look forward to visiting their mother at work, when things weren't to busy. Still, even good memories can warp into bad ones after time. Sometimes you don't want to be reminded about things.
*Beep Beep Beep*
In the next room, Noelle Lange stood by her father's side. He was injured in the blast and was comatose in bed. Across the hall, Nat's friend, Corey Jackson laid in a medically induced coma. Further down the hall, someone who Nat wanted to stab through the throat sat next to the bed of his dying wife. Nat took joy in his suffering, Hood killed Max Stone, a person who reminded them so much of their father. Stone killed people for a living, his suffering was deserved.
But the rest of the suffering here? What if Corey woke up only to learn Max was dead. What if Noelle didn't get to say her last goodbyes. The thoughts going through Max's mind at this time were intense. If only Nat had turned the sprinklers back on. If only Nat didn't pass out like a fucking idiot. Maybe Max would still have her arm. Did she really just give an arm for Nat. Why Nat? Why didn't Nat just die back there. Maybe Nat deserves it. God knows Nat wants to take a gun and end it all sometimes.
Nat looks over at the sleeping Max. She'll live but... Well... This is all their fault. If Nat didn't come to Pittsford... or what if they haven't? Could they have all suffocated in the subway station? Lange got by fine.. but.. fuck, how many fucking fathers have to die. Hood is lucky. If Nat killed him, would Nat be the real bad guy? Would Nat be just as bad as Carl Miller? Carl Miller is still alive and needs to be put down.
*Beep Beep Beep*
Nat ran off from their mother into the Worcester Medical Center as a kid. "Natalie! Get Back Here!" they could clearly remember shouted in their mind. Nat got a talking to for running down the halls of the patient rooms. Nat still enjoyed it at the time, even if Marcia Brackenridge was annoyed her child kept running off and causing a disturbance in the hall.
*Beep Beep Beep*
The Sounds of Police Sirens, Gunfire and the smell of burning metal filled the air as the Squad Car sped down the street at 100 miles an hour towards the hospital. Nat had just witnessed chaos at school. Dad came to pick them up from the office, but... Nat still didn't realize what was happening. "Marcy, get the fuck out of there. I have Natalie with me, we're getting out of town. I'm in my cruiser we'll be there in... MARCY!" The journey continued, outside the ER. Nat was instructed to wait in the car, but followed inside anyways. Chaos. Dad drew his sidearm. Their mother was covered in blood. They were all covered in blood. She bled from the neck. She came back. Eyes Red. Dad fired.
*Beep Beep Beep*
Nat hated hospitals.