After a tense deliberation, one officer left to fetch a doctor, hoping to force David awake. But fate seemed to favor my wicked desires; before the officer returned, David’s eyelids fluttered and his glassy eyes slowly opened.
A sinister smile tugged at my lips. I raised my hand, wiggling my fingers in a mocking wave through the glass window. The motion was slow, deliberate. A gesture meant only for him.
But I had barely moved twice before the officers yanked me into the room.
***
The sterile room, permeated by a faint antiseptic scent, was punctuated by the rhythmic beeping of machines. Their glowing displays cast an eerie green light across the walls. The sight of David, pale and vulnerable on the hospital bed, elicited a perverse sense of satisfaction within me.
He turned his head at the sound of the door opening, his hollow gaze locking onto mine. Recognition sparked, quickly replaced by a murderous glare that burned hotter than any words he could summon.
"You lunatic!" David snarled, summoning a surge of strength and attempting to lunge at me. But his body betrayed him. He collapsed to the floor before he could reach me.