{Garrence}
{Entry for zeemamc 's contest}
{Angst}
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Garroth entered the hospital, a grim, fearful expression on his face. Looking around at the pristine walls, he wondered how everything could be so normal when his fiancé was possibly dying.

Checking in at the front desk, Garroth made his way to the elevator. Pressing the 'Floor Three' button, he waited impatiently as he made his slow ascend to Laurance's room.

Garroth seemingly flew out of the elevator once the doors opened. A doctor passing by had to leap out of his way as he barreled towards Room #317.

He knocked down the door, and to his relief, saw Laurance sitting up in a hospital bed, an IV connected to his arm. Laurance appeared alright, but he had a visible mood shift when he saw Garroth.

"Garroth! You came.. sorry you had to see me like, ah, this," Laurance laughed, half-heartedly. Garroth entered the room, shutting the door. Making his way over to the bed, he sat down and took Laurance's small, tanned hands in his own.

"You had me worried sick, Laurance! You have no idea how scared I was when I got the call about you getting shot!" Garroth exclaimed, his eyes gazing softly into Laurance's tired ones.

"All part of the job, I knew the risks. I should've been more careful. Sorry for scaring you, Love," Laurance murmured, squeezing Garroth's pale, warm hands. Garroth leaned his forehead against Laurance's and sighed.

A nurse walked in, and told Garroth that visiting hours had ended.

Slowly standing up, Garroth gave Laurance one last peck on the lips before walking out the door.

The nurse watched as Garroth left, then turned to Laurance. She stared intensely at him, and a maniacal smile spread across her face.

The alarms in Laurance's head went off, and he grabbed the nearest object to defend himself, because he could clearly see the nurse had gone insane.

His hand felt the edge of a glass, and without hesitation, smashed it against the bedside table. Picking up the largest shard of glass, he held it in front of him like a shield.

He knew his weapon was weak, as was he, but his fight or flight instincts had long since kicked in.

The nurse slowly advanced upon him, and pulled of a wig to reveal herself as his first friend, Aphmau.

Aphmau's eye twitched, and she had a blank expression, as if she had been completely broken. Her walk was more of a shuffle, and she appeared to have forgotten how to walk correctly.

She reached into her nurse's uniform, and withdrew a pistol from a hidden pocket, along with a few bullets.

Laurance, as soon as he saw the gun, knew he was dead. He watched as she slowly opened the bullet chamber, and loaded the gun.

Aphmau smiled at her old friend, snapping the chamber back into place. Turning the safety off, she calmly aimed the gun at Laurance's head.

Laurance glared at her, and asked is final words, "Why? Why do this?"

Aphmau smiled sweetly at Laurance's and simply said, "Its all just part of my job."

Laurance looked at her confused, and Aphmau answered his unspoken question.

"Yes Laurance, I was the one who tried to kill you. I was the one who put you in here. I've just come back to finish what I started."

With those words, Aphmau pulled the trigger, smiling as she heard screams from outside the closed hospital room door.
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Garroth awoke the next morning, to his phone going off.

Groggily, he answered the number, seeing it was the hospital.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Mr. Ro'Meave. We have some news about your fiancé.."

At these words, Garroth's heart raced, and he asked shakily, "W-what do you mean..?"
"Sir, I'm sorry to say, but at 6:53 p.m. last night, Laurance Zvhal was killed in his room, by Aphmau Phoenix."

Garroth didn't let the hospital secretary finish her sentence, before he hung up the phone. He placed his phone on the bedside table, and cried. He cried until his throat was sore. He cried until he physically couldn't cry any longer.

He had never felt so empty, so alone. The worst part was, he thought, that he and Laurance had been going to be married the following week.

'Funny how these things work out..' he thought to himself as fresh tears left their own marks on his skin.

Garroth looked at the engagement ring on his ring finger, and delicately took it off.

He placed it on the pillow next to him, where Laurance used to sleep. Then, he fell asleep to the sound of fresh, muffled sobs directed into his pillowcase.