Halo Six: Stockings:
A little fragment of his memories came back while he was in the hospital. As he slept from the first night of torment, he dreamt of bright red stockings. He didn't see them all of the time, but something about them made him smile back then. He couldn't the owner of something so vibrant and soft or why they were worn. Something told him he saw those red stockings on a special occasion. There was something bigger about this memory.
Why am I seeing them now?
His mind went blank when he heard footsteps enter the room. The whistle from Kill Bill didn't help either. The very sound of his tormentor's voice brought back another fragment of memory. This one he wished that he could rebury and never see again.
"Good morning," Scottish voice cooed, "Sleep well?" His whole body went stiff. The owner of that voice lately stroked his cheek. He can't exactly remember where he's heard her voice. Something about it besides last night terrified him. So much so that the only way he could cope for two more days was the dream of those red stockings. She leaned down to his ear.
"There, there," the Scottish accent cooed, "I'm just going to check on you this morning. Just relax. I won't harm you." He doesn't believe her.
Liar. He's heard this lie too many times. He listened in on the writing of a pen on paper.
"Good," she said, "You're perfectly stable and you're in good health." He tried to keep calm. He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. She leaned down close to his ear.
"I will be back to check on you," she hissed. She tapped him on the cheek and walked out of the room. There was no relief for him; he's going back into his endless dark maze. Lately, it's gotten worse. The air in the maze became so heavy that was crushing his lungs. The screaming around him made his ears ache. He hurled down into a ball in his mind.
Please let me go. I don't know what you want. Can't you let me live my life in peace?
Suddenly, another pair of footsteps filled the silence in his room. His heart relaxed when those shoes sounded different, much lighter.
"Hey there," Evie's voice filled the air, "How have you been?" Excited, he curled his right hand into a fist beside the bed.
"Good, good," she said as she took a seat next to the bed. She gently brushed some of his hair from his face and kissed him on the forehead.
"I have most of the day off," she said, "I'm going to stay with you for most of the day." His heart couldn't have felt so much easier. His hand reached out to grab hers.
"Oh," she said, "You missed me that much?" He nodded before shutting his blinded eyes again. Evie struggled to find something say.
"Okay," she said. He began to see those red stockings again in his dreams.
In the hallway, the nurse walked the couple before making a little phone call on her Bluetooth.