Darker London

He tapped lightly on her door, the man with the curly hair and the easy smile. Rachel regarded him warily from her position curled up on the chair, under a magazine, under a window. “Hi Rachel,” he said, making Rachel instantly wary because he knew her name, even though her name was everywhere, it wasn’t a scary thing, that staff here knew her name, it was a normal thing. But she didn’t like it. “Do you mind if I come in?”

She did a bit, but she felt like the hospital would mind more if she refused him. He waited till she said “okay” before he actually came into her room, but Rachel’s whole existence was a world of unease at the moment and his waiting did nothing to calm her.

“Do you remember me?” He asked, taking a seat across from her. “My name’s Lee.”

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