Y/n P.o.v

Three days until the funeral.

I threw my body upwards, only to be yanked back down and onto the bed by the thin tubes that clung to my arms and neck.

My head fell against the pillow, so I looked around the room quietly.

How long was I asleep?

Instead of going super Sonic speed, I slowly sat up in the bed.

The sheets shifting with every small movement I made, I jumped a bit at the sudden noise of the door being thrown open.

My eyes widened only to see Agatha wonder into the room.

She stopped in her tracks when she realized I was now awake, she tilted her head and smiled slightly, "Someones finally awake. Good morning," she said in a calm voice. She turned and made her way over to the pole that sat beside my bed, it held a small container of blood, this connected to a tube that led to my wrist. There were a few other containments, but I could care less about them.

"Wait... H-How long was I asleep?" I asked in a hoarse voice. My vocal chords seemed to have become dried and strained from all the screaming I had done in the past few weeks.

And that fact that I hadn't had any water since I was last awake.

Agatha tilted her head as she began examining the bag of blood.

"About- uh- A day and half maybe?" She shrugged.

My eyes widened, "R-Really?"

My dream had been so short, how the hell could it have lasted a day and a half?

Agatha nodded, obviously unamused by my shock. "Yeah, it was well needed rest. Just shocking you managed to get to sleep after all that must've happened to you." She explained, she took a step away from the pole and made her way to the door. She pulled it open and dragged in a squeaky metal tray that held plenty of medical tools.

"Medicine!~" she sang, picking up a small needle.

I shivered at the sight.

"W-When will... Um... Will you all look at my baby?..." I asked.

Agatha drew some medication from a small jar and made her way towards me with the needle. She held her hand out, and I threw my own hand into hers. She grabbed my wrist and placed the needle against my skin.

"Eventually... I'm not in charge here, don't bother asking me." Agatha answered with a sigh. She pressed her thumb against the small button and the fluids entered my body.

I took a deep breath as she pulled the needle out of my skin.

She turned and set the shot back onto the tray, "Another nurse will be here in a few minutes to give you breakfast," she said with a content nod before grabbing the metal cart handle and pulling it behind her as she made her way out of the room.

I sighed, I just really needed to know if my baby was alive, or not.

I threw my thin legs over the bed, cringing as my heels hit the cold metal that held the mattress up.

I grabbed the tall metal pole that held a bag of blood and other liquids, I used it to hoist myself to my feet.

I looked around the dimly lit room and limped my way towards the desk across from my bed, I narrowed my eyes at the small remote that sat on the surface; I wrapped my thin fingers around it and held it up to the small TV that sat upon an open area against the wall, completely surrounded by shelves.

I pressed the bright red 'ON' button and watched as the technology came to life, I made my way back to the bed and turned my attention to the TV.

I tilted my head at the shoe before me, it looked like an olds kids television show, a young women standing with a group of small children.

Singing old tunes and chatting to the nonexistent audience before them.

I laid my head against my pillow and shimmied my body around on the mattress to gain more comfort, I began listening more to the words that escaped the cast of the shows mouths.

"We all float with the clown!"

I paused.

My eyes widened, my muscles tensing.

My heart rate on the meter began to pick up, the beeps becoming the slightest bit faster.

"You'll float with the clown!"

I furrowed my brows, allowing a contrast with my wide eyes.

I quickly sat up, pressing my damaged back against the metal head post of the bed. My heart rate began to quicken even more, the meter now beeping frantically.

"The clown is coming back so you can float!"

I quickly lowered my eyes to pick up the remote and change the channel, but my attention was caught on the red balloon that slowly floated out from behind the woman in the front of the small group of kids.

My body began to tremble at the all too familiar sight.

The meter was now going ballistic.

"You'll float with him, Y/n..."

My breath was caught in my throat the moment my name was mentioned.

I let out a cry of hopelessness when the red balloon on the screen floated to the side and off screen, only to squeeze itself out from the side of the old TV.

I scooted back in the bed, complete horror in my eyes.

"You'll float with him!"

The woman and children chanted in unison.

The TV quickly shut off with a slight zap as the door knob to the room began to jiggle, the red balloon floated to the ceiling; as if someone had let go of it.

It then burst into bits and pieces of rubber, a loud POP sounded in the room.

The door opened.

A young male in a nurse uniform made his way into the room, a tray of nicely made food gathered on the tray.

My eyes were still wide open, my body was tense as my thin frame trembled mercilessly.

The nurses' footsteps slowed, his eyes falling on my heart rate meter.

His eyes widened and he quickly set the tray of food on the dresser and rushed towards me, he placed a large hand on my small shoulder and stared at me with a look of concern.

"Are you alright, M'am?!" He asked, a hint of panic very evident in his voice.

I swallowed hard and quickly nodded.

I then forced a response out of my maw, it was louder than I anticipated: my own voice startled me for a moment: "I-I just scared m-my-myself!"

The man stared at me for a long moment, he reluctantly nodded and straightened his posture. He made his way to the dresser and picked up the tray of good and gifted them to me, he bent over and set the tray on my lap as soon as I got comfortable in my bed once again.

"Just press the button if you need anything..." He said with a reassuring smile, he pointed to the grey button that sat on the small remote that connected to my bed. He then nodded and left the room.

I let out a shaky sigh and stared down at my untouched food, my eyes watering.

I'm never gonna get away from this fucking clown, am I?

I slowly grabbed hold of the plastic spoon and dug it into the thick soup in front of me. So much for breakfast, this was more of a lunch or dinner type of meal.

I let put a huff and decided to scoop the runny soup into my mouth, my teeth clacking against the plastic spoon as I collected the liquid in my mouth.

The flavor felt so foreign.

It had been so long since I ate human food. All i've eaten for the past week was humans as food.

I quivered at the thought, before I was interrupted with the disgusting taste of the soup. Either this place doesn't know how to make food, or I still have cravings for human flesh.

How disgusting is that?