Third Person
Jamie is a typical fifteen year old boy. He plays video games, he likes girls, he reads comic books and watches movies, but there’s one thing that makes him different from his friends and the other kids at school. Jamie doesn’t like with his parents, or even one parent, no, Jamie lives with his older sister, Hannah, and he has done since he was just seven years old.

Jamie has always loved Halloween, and when he was younger Hannah would make his costume for him – whatever he wanted – and she would dress herself up to some extent and take him around their neighbourhood so that he could do some ‘Trick or Treating’ with the other kids, and it’s because of his sister that he loves Halloween because no matter how tough their lives got and no matter what was happening to them, Halloween was the one constant in their lives and it never ever changed. Jamie would look forward to October 31st all year ‘round because it was the one thing that they always managed to celebrate. Birthdays and Christmas were unreliable, but Halloween came every year in the MacDonald household.

Now that he was older, Jamie’s way of celebrating Halloween has changed quite drastically from when he was a little boy. He doesn’t dress up and he doesn’t ‘Trick or Treat’, but he does spend the night watching scary movies on TV. Normally, Hannah joins him and they order takeout and make popcorn, but tonight she has to work her shift at the hospital and leave Jamie to celebrate all on his own.

Hannah walked into the living room from the kitchen and found her little brother lounging on the couch, a bowl of popcorn balancing on his stomach while his eyes are fixed to the TV screen as he watches the first of many horror movies.

“Hmpf,”

Jamie looked over his shoulder when the noise that left Hannah’s mouth reached his ears and he saw her standing under the archway between the kitchen and the living room. She was dressed in her scrubs, with a long sleeved, grey t-shirt underneath and wore her hair in a ponytail that was swaying slightly from side to side as she shook her head at him with a smile on her face.

“What?” He asked, turning back to the TV.

“You look so much like Dad,” She told him happily.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, a smile tugging at his lips slightly “I’ve never heard you say that one before,”

“Yeah,” She chuckled “I found a picture of him when I was a kid, it was from back before he married mom and they had just moved in together, he was sitting exactly how you are, popcorn bowl on his stomach and everything,”

Jamie couldn’t remember what their father looked like, he’d only seen some pictures of the man who helped make him and raise him for the first three years of his life, but he never really noticed the resemblance between them.

“It’s only been recently,” She added, walking over to him and kneeling beside the couch “I swear, it’s like the morning of your fifteenth birthday, you got out of bed and you just looked a little bit more like him than you already did,”

“I wouldn’t know,” He shrugged “Never really knew the guy,”

“Doesn’t matter,” She sighed, pushing herself back onto her feet and messing up his hair as she walked by him, ignoring his hand smacking hers away “You sure you’re going to be alright tonight?”

“I’ll be fine,” He told her “Now go, you’re going to be late for work,” He insisted with a laugh.

“I’m going,” She laughed back at him, walking out into the hallway and towards the front door.
She grabbed her bag off of the floor, made sure she had everything that she needed and slung it over her shoulder, stepped into her white Vans that she wore to work normally and grabbed her keys off of the hook by the door “Call Erin if anything happens, alright?!” She called over her shoulder as she pulled the front door open.

“Alright!” Jamie called back, shaking his head with a smile.

“Have fun!”

“You too!”
~~~~

Jimmy
I was never a fan of hospitals.

I always feel like the doctors and nurses are silently judging me and the guys for the way we look and what we do, I’ve never been able to feel comfortable in these places, so I wasn’t exactly happy when Brian made us stop in Travis County on our way through so that he could drag my ass into the emergency room so someone could check out my head.
I’d banged myself up pretty good last night after our last show.

“How much longer are we going to have to wait?” Brian grumbled from next to me as he flipped through the pages of the forms I’d just filled out.

“You’re the one who dragged me here,” I reminded him “You don’t get to complain about the wait, I was perfectly happy on the bus,”

“Excuse me for caring about my best friend’s health and wellbeing,” He scoffed “Matt would kill you if you collapsed on stage or something,”

“Well he isn’t exactly too pleased about you forcing us to make an unnecessary stop here, either.”

I heard someone calling my surname and the two of us looked over to the front of the emergency room to where there was a pretty, young woman looking over everyone in the room with an expectant look on her face, but her eyes settled on us when we stood up.

“This way, Mister Sullivan!” She called out to me, waving us both over to her.

When we reached her, she took the clipboard and pen from Brian and thanked him and told us to follow her through to an examination room so that she could have a look at the back of my head.

She lead us through a door at the side of the emergency room and down a short corridor, all the while she was making polite conversation with me – asking what happened and if I could rate my pain on a scale of one to ten what would it be – and she was looking through the forms the receptionist had given me to fill out while we waited. Eventually, she reached a semi-private examination room, switched the sign on the door to ‘occupied’ and lead Brian and I inside and offered Brian a chair to sit on and asked me to sit up on the bed and make myself comfortable.

“My name’s Hannah,” She smiled at me from where she was sitting herself down at a little desk with a computer and a phone “You’ll be dealing with me until you get out of here,” She told me.

“Good,” I smiled at her “It’s always nice to see a happy face in a hospital,”

“Yeah,” Brian scoffed with a laugh and a smile “Jimmy here hates hospitals, the nurses normally scare him,”

“Really?” Hannah asked, raising her eyebrows “I would never have taken you as the kind of guy to be scared of nurses,”

“Don’t quite know how to take that,” I admitted with a loud laugh that made me cringe a little as pain radiated from the back of my head.

“It’s good,” She told me, a smile still plastered on her face, and I could tell that it was a genuine smile and that put me at ease a little.
~~~~
While she examined me, Hannah kept up conversation and touched the painful area around the back of my head as lightly as she could. It was obvious that she was trying to keep me calm and it was working, so I wasn’t complaining.

“What brings you guys into town here, anyway?” She asked, glancing over her shoulder at Brian.

“We had a show a few towns over,” He answered “After the show though, numb-nuts over here fell and banged his head and he hasn’t been right for a couple of days so I made our driver stop on the way through here so that I could bring him here,”

Hannah was silent for a few moments continuing to poke and prod at my head before quickly moving away and walking back across the room while removing her gloves.

“It’s a good thing you brought him in,” She told Brian before she looked back at me, still with that amazing smile on her face “Luckily for you, your bleeding stopped all on its own but that doesn’t mean the nasty gash in the back of your head is going to heal on its own,” She gave me a sympathetic look “You’re going to need stitches,”

My whole body went rigid and she must have noticed, because she immediately started explaining that she would numb the area and I wouldn’t feel a thing and then I would get some really awesome painkillers to help with any pain I might still be feeling.

“You also have a concussion,” She added “I’m going to have to keep you here over night so that we can keep an eye on you, you won’t be allowed to sleep and we’ll be forcing food and water down your throat so that we don’t have to hook you up to an IV, alright?”

I nodded slowly and she left the room, promising to be right back to stitch the back of my head up.

“I’d better call the guys,” Brian groaned, pushing himself out of the little plastic chair he had been occupying for the last twenty minutes “I’ll let them know what’s happening and I’ll be right back,”

“Take your time,” I told him as he walked across the room to the door “I don’t want you in here when she’s doing this, laughing your ass off at me,”

“You sure you don’t want me in here to hold your hand?” He asked with his signature smirk.

“You’re a dick,” I pointed out “No, I don’t want you here, if there’s anyone’s hand I’m holding tonight its ‘Little Miss Sunshine’,” I gave him a wink for added effect.

“You creepy bastard,” He laughed at me “Alright, have fun, I’ll be back in a bit,”
~~~~
I couldn’t have been more relaxed while Hannah stitched me up and I was honestly so surprised.

She had applied numbing cream around the affected area, waited ten minutes for it to take and then started stitching me up. The whole time she was doing so, she was talking to me about the band and made sure to keep me talking so that I wasn’t thinking about what she was doing.

What a way to spend Halloween.

“My kid brother had really wanted to see you guys the other night,” She told me “I never managed to get tickets for him and I was working that night so we couldn’t even try to sneak in or anything,”

“Your brother’s a fan?” I asked, genuinely surprised.

“The biggest,” She chuckled “We both are,”

“Really?” I asked, even more surprised “I never would have guessed,”

“Why not?” She asked “I don’t exactly wear scrubs and look completely professional all of the time, you know,” She laughed, lifting her scrub top and the grey t-shirt she was wearing underneath to expose the Deathbat tattoo that was inked onto her ribs “See?”

“Nice ink!” I exclaimed, looking at it with wide eyes “That’s freaking awesome, I love it when we get to see that our fans are so damn dedicated to us that they would permanently wear our logo on their bodies for the rest of their lives,”

“We only get to do this once,” She pointed out “Living life to the fullest while you have the chance is something I was taught at a very young age,”

“It’s a good lesson to be taught,” I agreed “The kid brother got any work done yet?” I asked.

“No way,” She laughed “He’s only fifteen, but he already told me that he wants a tattoo to match mine and my best friend’s as soon as he’s old enough,”

“Your friend a fan, too?” I asked.

“Correct,” She smiled, finishing off my stitches “There you go, you’re all done,”

“Thank you,” I smiled up at her.

“It’s just my job, and it’s not like I can have my favourite drummer taking too much time off from work now, can I?”

“I guess not,” I laughed.

Just then, the door to the examination room opened and Brian walked through with a tight-lipped smile on his face and his hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his ripped jeans.

“What’d they say?” I asked him.

“They’re on their way down here,” He sighed “Matt isn’t too happy about having to spend the night here but he wants you to rest up as much as you have to – especially because you’ve been told to – and they’re bringing Larry with them so that he can talk to a professional,”

“Excellent,” Hannah smiled, almost immediately diffusing any negativity that was building in the room at the news of everyone dragging themselves to the hospital just because I bumped my head “I’ll take you up to your room for the night, would you like a wheelchair or would you prefer to walk on your own?” She asked, smiling down at me.

“And miss out on being pushed around this place by a beautiful woman? No thanks, I’ll take the chair!”

She laughed and threw her head back slightly before walking away from me and shaking her head.

“I’ll be right back,” She chirped as she left the room.

“Dude,” Brian started, his tone warning and his expression even more so “Calm your jets, you don’t need to go getting involved with her,”

“I’m not doing anything,” I insisted, holding my hands up in defence “Definitely not getting involved with the really attractive nurse who just fixed my head, has promised me drugs and is
going to be taking care of me for the night,”
~~~~
Hannah
I’d taken Jimmy to his room and helped him get settled into his bed for the night, then I’d left him and Brian alone so that I could go off and hunt them down some food. By the time I got back, the rest of the band was there with Larry and I don’t think I’ve ever been so nervous before in my whole life.

They all introduced themselves to me and thanked me for helping Jimmy out, and it’s definitely safe to say that they’re all huggers.

“Hannah,” Larry spoke, getting my attention “Could I speak to you in the hall for a moment,
please?”

“Of course,” I smiled at him before I lead him out into the hallway “Brian told me earlier that you were going to want to speak with me,”

“Right,” He nodded “I just wanted to let you know that absolutely nothing can happen to Jimmy, or any of the other for that matter, we have a tour to finish and that means we have to be out of here as quickly as we can be,”

“I assure you that you will all be on your way tomorrow morning,” I told him “If everything keeps going the way that it already is going and he doesn’t do himself any more damage then you’ll all be back on the road in no time,”

“Is it only yourself we will be dealing with tonight?”

“Most likely,” I nodded “I’m down in the emergency room tonight but I’ll be coming up here every couple of hours throughout the night to check on Jimmy unless-“

I was cut off by my pager beeping loudly from the waistband of my scrub pants. I muttered an ‘excuse me’ before I checked it.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized “I have to call this in, can you just hold on one second?” I asked.

“Absolutely,” He smiled kindly and gave me a nod.

I jogged down the corridor and around the corner to the reception desk for the ward and picked up the free phone and called the number that had appeared on my pager.

“Hannah?” The voice of one of my co-workers, Josh, down in the emergency room asked.

“Correct,” I chuckled into the phone “Did you beep me?” I asked.

“Yeah,” He sighed “Doctor Wills is on a war-path, someone ordered a head x-ray on the man who came in with a bite on his hand, and they didn’t sign it so he doesn’t know who did it… any
idea?”

“The patient was in a bar fight,” I groaned, rubbing my free hand over my face “He was
communicative when he was admitted and once on the ward Doctor Lang took over from me so
I’m guessing she was the one who ordered the scan but I can’t be sure, I was already back in the emergency room,”

“Where’s the patient now?” Josh asked “Doctor Wills wants to see him,”

“They moved him,” I shrugged despite the fact that he couldn’t see me “I’m sure someone can track him down for Wills,”

“Great, page Wills when you find him, would you?” He asked “Thanks, you’re the best,” He chirped and ended the call before I could say anything.

“Rough night?” The receptionist, Cora, asked.

“It’s Halloween, of course it’s a tough night,” I laughed “Can you locate a patient for me?”

“Already on it sweetheart,” She smiled “Gregory Rodgers?” She asked, clearly remembering the patient from when he was brought through here earlier on.

“Yep,” I confirmed with a nod while she typed something into the computer.

“There he is,” She spoke as I rounded the desk so that I was in front of her “They had him transferred to ICU,”

“…From a bite?” I asked, a little confused.

“I don’t know what from,” She frowned, looking back at the screen “Toxicology is going to follow him up in the morning,”

“Okay,” I sighed, shaking my head “Would you page Doctor Wills and let him know where the patient is?”

A light behind her started flashing and a buzzer sounded around the area, and I noticed that it was a nurse – me – being called for from Jimmy Sullivan’s room.

“That’s one of mine,” I laughed “I’ll check in before I go back downstairs,”

“You get those boys warned,” She told me with a laugh “There’s not enough of you nurses up here tonight to deal with them messing around,”

I just waved over my shoulder and laughed as I continued up the corridor.

“What seems to be the matter?” I asked, walking back into the room, only to find the band messing around together on Jimmy’s bed while Larry sat in the corner of the room on the comfortable arm chair and tapped away at his iPad “Larry,” I said, getting his attention “Earlier, I was about to say that I’ll be the one checking in every couple of hours unless Jimmy needs something before I come back, then someone can press that button-“ I pointed to the one that had been pressed to get me back here “In which case one of the other nurses up here on the ward will come and sort you out,” I turned to the boys, clapped my hands twice and they all sat back down, like a group of school kids when the teacher walks into the class “Don’t fuck around with the button,” I ordered “And please, keep the noise down, you’re not the only ones up here,”
~~~~
I walked back into the emergency room, just in time to see paramedics bursting through the door with a little girl on a gurney. She was tied down by her wrists and her ankles and she was thrashing around like a madman, and her mother was following behind, holding her own arm and trailing blood along the floor. While other staff rushed to help with the little girl, I ran over to the mother.

“Ma’am, are you the little girl’s mother?” I asked.

“Yes, I am,” She answered quickly, nodding frantically, still walking so that I ha to walk quickly along beside her.

“Are you hurt?” I asked, reaching my hand out towards her arm.

“Yes,” She answered.

“Alright, would you like to come with me so that I can take a look at that wound and fix it up for you?” I asked.

“But my daughter-“

“Your daughter is in good hands, ma’am, I can assure you that my colleagues will take good care of her and I’ll take you right to her once we’re all done,”

“…Alright,” She nodded after a moment.

“Come with me,” I smiled, leading her into a free examination room to our right.

Once in the room, I sat the woman up on the bed and asked her to remove her cardigan and any tissue that she was holding to her wound, and she did so while I was turned away from her and slipping my hands into another pair of latex gloves.

“Alright let’s have a look at-“

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped when I saw the state of the inner side of her forearm. It was purple, yellow and blue, completely bruised, seeping blood and there were very deep teeth marks in the shape of a very small mouth right in the centre of the bruising and bleeding.

“She bit me,” The woman spoke, answering my un-asked question “In the ambulance, she lashed out and she bit me…”

Notes

Hey guys!

A lot of you seemed to really like FEED when it was originally posted, but I completely lost touch with it and couldn't find the inspiration that I needed, but now that The Walking Dead is back, I have that inspiration and I'm re-vamping this story and doing it a little bit differently! I almost have the whole thing planned out.

This chapter was supposed to be even longer than this but I thought that 3,590 words was enough for one chapter so I'm going to have to do the intro in two parts this time around!

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