Mine

“That was so unprofessional of you, Dr Wright!” Dr Cullen angrily yelled.

“I'm sorry.” Kimberly nervously apologized.

"Sorry? You're sorry? We almost lost a patient because of your negligence!”

Kimberly was aware of the fact that she made a terrible mistake back there in the operating room. If they hadn't struggled to get her full attention back on the surgery, she would have lost her patient, which has never happened before.

“I know I made a mistake and I'm sorry, but I still saved the patient's life. That's what matters.” She tried to defend herself as she was already in tears because she hated being yelled at.

“Are you even listening to yourself?.. I never expected such from you.” Dr Cullen said, his voice heavy with disappointment causing Kimberly to feel even worse.

“I'm so sorry.” She whimpered, hoping Dr Cullen doesn't think differently of her.

He stopped pacing around his office and let out a heavy sigh.

“I understand it was a mistake, Dr Wright but, imagine how you would've felt if you had lost that patient.”

Kimberly would have taken it quite badly, knowing that she lost a patient because of her carelessness. She probably would've decided to never perform any surgery. The more she thought about it, the more guilty she felt.

“I know you've been through a lot over the past few months... and, you're still recovering.”

“Dr Cullen.”

“Let me finish, Dr Wright.” He cut her off, preventing her from saying whatever she wanted to, because she was certain she was going to deny what he just pointed out. She had been doing that for weeks now, but he could see right through her facade and he knows she was still struggling to get over the loss of her fiancé.

“I wouldn't want what happened today to repeat itself..”

“It won't. I promise.” She said, interrupting him but quickly apologized when he gave her a pointed look, making her realize what she just did.

"You are one of our best doctors and I don’t want to lose you, so I'll advise you to take a break. It'll help you recover better.”

“No, no, no. Dr Cullen, please. I promise to pay more attention from now on.” She pleaded because she definitely didnt want a break. She needed something to distract her.

“It isn't a suggestion, Dr Wright.” Dr Cullen said in a serious tone, indicating that the discussion was over.

Kimberly gave a weak nod, knowing that there was nothing she could say to change his mind “Thank you.” She quietly said before standing up. She was about to reach for the door knob when Dr Cullen's voice stopped her.

"Kimberly... please, take care of yourself.” He said, his voice laced with concern.

“I will.” Kimberly replied with a small smile before exiting the office

Kimberly got home in tears because her life is now back to how it was when she got out of the hospital, hopeless and without meaning. Just when she thought she was getting her life back together, her stupid imagination ruined everything.

Great! Just fucking perfect!

She wishes now more than ever that she had died in the woods. That was her final thought before crying herself to sleep.

#

Kimberly kept running deeper and deeper into the woods, calling for help as the werewolves gained in on her.

"Help me, please! Somebody help!” she screamed, having no idea where she was running to.

It was raining quite heavily, blurring her vision and preventing her from running any faster. She suddenly tripped and fell, spraining her ankle in the process.

"Please, somebody help me.” She prayed as the three werewolves approached her. They looked ready to rip her apart. She whimpered not knowing what to do.

This is it. You're going to die. She thought to herself, as the werewolf in the middle opened its mouth to attack her.

“No!” she screamed, jolting up from her sleep.

She frantically looked at her surrounding and realized that she was in her bedroom and there was a thunderstorm raging outside, this caused her to shiver as she thought about what she just saw.

It was another nightmare.

When are these nightmares and hallucinations going to end. She wondered, staring at the clock on her nightstand which read 12:00am.

She climbed out of bed to go shut her windows when something caught her eyes. There, at the far end of her bedroom stood a dark figure. The outline of the figure showed it belonged to a male. Stop imagining things, Kim. She mentally cautioned herself, as she closed her eyes and started to count to ten, to calm her already freaking nerves

“Kimberly?” she heard her name.

It can't be. It's not possible. He's dead. She kept telling herself.

“Kimberly.” The voice called again, this time it was closer.

Kimberly refused to open her eyes, praying that this hallucination would end as she was already doubting her mental health. She decided to open her eyes to stop that all too familiar voice from tormenting her any further.

Her eyelids slowly opened and there before her stood the love of her life.

"Roy?!"