When Stampy woke up, he looked down, but Lee wasn't there anymore. He gaped down at the nothing in his arms, looking around. He shot up and ran to the doors but it was locked. He growled and tried to break it down, which didn't work. He looked around and found a pair of scissors, he rushed to grab them and picked the lock with them. He ran out, but everything was different. Blood was splattered on the walls, bloody footprints led up the wall to the...ceiling? Stampy was caught out of his daze by a wheelchair hitting the wall. He jumped and looked over, confused. There was no one in it.

He started to walk around, calling Lee's name. He came across a few rooms, some with the walls tore and bloody, others had bones with flesh rotting on them. Stampy cringed and walked faster. He stopped when he heard some noises. He tilted his head and ran to them, he was curious after all. But will curiosity kill the cat?

Once Stampy saw what was going on, he stopped and stared; the room was filled with patients from the hospital, all bloody and flesh showing. Stampy thought he would throw up at the sight, but kept it together. He ducked under the door when a person was moving to look at him. He panted and looked around to see if anyone was there, but he couldn't seem to find anyone. He sighed and crawled away from the door, finally managing to get up and run away. He came across room 50, on the second floor. He looked inside, swuinting a little.

He saw a person, not very tall; just standing in the middle of the room. He looked to the side of the door where the clipboard was placed and read it. Hold on a minute, that name looks familiar. Stampy's eyes widened and he looked closer. It was Lee's room! He looked back threw the window and jingled the doorknob, altering him. Lee lifted his head, looking straight at Stampy, before he could step forward, he fell to his knees, then the ground. He had been shot in the back of the head with an arrow.

Stampy looked upon his friend in horror from the other side of the glass. "LEE!!" He shouted, but nothing happened. He heard footsteps coming from a nearby hallway and looked over, gasping. Dozens upon dozens of mental patients were starting to chase him. He tried to open the door to Lee's room, but it wouldn't budge. He looked up at the people, who were getting closer, and closer, and closer, until...

Stampy woke up, eyes widening the second he did. He looked down at his arms, where Lee was peacefully sleeping in them. He sighed in relief and hugged him tighter, kissing his forehead. He closed his eyes and held the bear close, understanding that he might not have much time left with Lee. He sighed and opened his eyes; squinting them as the sun peaked threw the curtains. He groaned quietly and nuzzled Lee, who was still asleep. About an hour later, Stampy and Lee woke up. Stampy looked down at him, extremely happy.

"Lee Bear!" He exclaimed. Hugging him tighter. "Mmm..." Hummed the bear, cuddling closer to his tabby cat friend. "I'm so glad you're okay!" He said. "What do you mean...?" Lee muttered sleepily. Stampy sighed. "I had a nightmare about you." He said. Lee looked up at him. "Sorry, Stamps." He said. Stampy chuckled and hugged him. "It's okay, I'm just glad you're alright...for now, at least..."

Tbc...