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Black Dog	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4222 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: Ok, incase you hadn't noticed I will be switching between past and present in this story. I have tried to separate each switch but if it is confusing please let me know and I'll see what I can do. I hope you're all enjoying this story...

Chapter Three: Rock and Roll

The night was dark as the moon disappeared behind the horizon, Sirius walked the streets of the quiet little town with his head down and his hands shoved firmly into his pockets. He frowned to himself and kicked a stone so it skittered away into the darkness. “Shit!” He swore loudly and tipped his head back with a sigh. “Jamie…” The stars glittered at him silence, they never answered him. No matter how many times he had begged them to release him from his prison at Grimmauld place, no matter how loud he screamed when his father was drunk and decided that his eldest son had looked at him funny. He closed his eyes on them. “I hate you.” He breathed and suddenly broke into a run. He ran as fast as he could, the pounding of his converse-clad feet adding a steady beat to the rhythm of his heart. He leapt an overturned bin and continued to run. He stopped for nothing, even the drunk teenagers who were coming out of the bars. He flew past shops, houses and down dark dimly lit alley ways. James had been right, he had no idea where he was but he couldn’t care less. His breathing began to become ragged as he ran from his nightmares, the screaming face of his mother, his father’s fist as it smashes through the plaster in the wall, his brothers tears…

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” He chanted softly.

The alcohol he had ingested made him dizzy but he didn’t stop until the sun lit the horizon, when he did halt he found himself stood at the edge of a cliff. He gazed across the sea while he tried to catch his breath, his shirt was soaked with sweat and his hair clung to his forehead. With a casual, unconscious gesture he swept it from his eyes as he fell to the floor and lowered his head. His fingers dug into the soft earth as he tried to control his anger, it didn’t take much to set him off these days. Ever since the previous summer, he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to block out those memories but there was no stopping them…

“I will not have it! I refuse to allow my son to become one of those! It is unacceptable!”

“Orion, dear, please try to hold your temper and not damage the house.”

Sirius was stood outside the drawing room as his parents discussed him, he knew he was in more trouble than he ever had been before. It was his fault for being so stupid. It was his fault for wanting to explore himself, it was his fault for finding a picture of David Bowie in a magazine, it was his fault for thinking that his parents wouldn’t walk in and…

He took a shaky breath and blew it out again as he tried to forget all about that humiliating moment. His cheeks burned just thinking about it. He looked up at the ceiling but he couldn’t stop remembering how he had been swamped inside his own erotic fantasies while gazing at the black and white image of one of his favourite musicians, then the agonising terror as the door had creaked open and his mother’s voice had forced reality to crash in around him like a demolished house. She had stared at him, he had stared at her with the picture clutched in one sweaty palm and in the other his rapidly wilting erection. He knew it would forever be the worst moment of his life, but it had been made even worse when he had released the picture and it had floated down so his mother could see who was on it.

Now his father knew. His father knew he was attracted to men, he hunched his shoulders and glared at the carpet while debating whether he could run for the door before his father could catch him. And then the door had opened, he lifted his head and found himself looking at the terrified face of his little brother just as his father’s hand had descended on his shoulder. “It’s alright Reg, just go to your room and put on your music.” He whispered before his father had pulled him into the drawing room.

Sirius felt his gorge rise with the memories, he remembered that throughout the whole beating had been the sound of Wagner’s Ride of Valkyries from his brother’s room. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back as memories of blood, screams and tears returned to him. With a shiver he let them open again. “Shit…” He breathed and wrapped his arms around himself.

“You’re useless, you know that, boy?! Not like your brother! He’s the good boy, the one who follows orders! I am in half a mind to put you into the military, they would straighten you out! They would force those vile thoughts from your head for sure.”

“What would the neighbours say if he changed schools, Orion? Be sensible here.”

“Of course, Walburga…of course but I am at my wits end with this filth! He should have been put straight into the Orphanage when he was born!”

“Yes, but you married me just in time to prevent any need for such measures.”

“But I told you to get rid of it! I told you he would cause nothing but trouble for us both. I wanted to start again from a clean slate but you wouldn’t have it!”

Walburga sighed. “I was young and stupid, who could ever have guessed our son would turn out to be a pervert?”

Sirius remembered lying in a heap of torn cloth and tangled hair and listening to his parents discuss what to do with him. Because he was the bad son, he was the gay one. He was the one who had sick thoughts about his best friend; he was the one who, in the dead of night, would whisper James’ name into the darkness while imagining disgusting things. He shuddered and sat still for a long time, finally he climbed to his feet and began walking back to town, he knew he was lost but it didn’t scare him. He let his feet take him wherever they wished, he passed a bakery and the smell made his stomach rumble. He paused and dug around in his pocket, he brought out a pound coin. He rolled it between his fingers for a moment before turning to the shop and pushing the door open, he was just in time to buy a fresh bread roll and a cake that had just been baked. These he ate while he tried to find his way back to the Hotel he had been staying in.

After asking around for directions Sirius managed to find his way back to the Hotel, he turned a corner and found his teachers and class mates all calling frantically for him. He spotted James a split second before James spotted him, the two boys grinned at each other before breaking into runs. They met in a random tangle of limbs as they tackled each other to the floor. Sirius laughed happily as he held James close, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, finally feeling like he was home again. “I’m sorry.” He breathed into James’ hair.

“Don’t be…It’s my fault.” James replied and released him, the two boys sat up just as the Headmaster descended upon them.

Mr. Rathburn was a tall, formidable man with a moustache and neatly parted hair. He was also in charge of the Rugby club so he was as wide as he was tall, and not a single ounce of fat adorned his body. He grabbed Sirius by the scruff of his shirt and dragged him to his feet. “Mr. Black, what do you have to say for yourself?!” He demanded in that familiar cold tone.

“I apologise sir, I didn’t intend to be out so late.”

Rathburn shook Sirius violently. “The issue, young man, is that you left in the first place! This will earn you thirty lashes and a detention every weekend until the end of the year, do you understand me?!”

“I do sir.” Sirius muttered. He was dragged back into the hotel. Ratheburn kept a tight grip on Sirius’ upper arm as they went up the stairs to the teacher’s floor, he was pulled into Rathburn’s suite and dumped unceremoniously into a chair by the large double bed.

“Remove your trousers and place both hands on the wall.”

Sirius sighed and did as Rathburn asked, he lowered his head and waited. His trousers were tangled around his feet and he realised how dirty they were. He heard his headmaster getting ready and tensed when he sensed him standing behind him. With a small whistle the cane was brought across the backs of his legs, he tensed and gritted his teeth. He closed his eyes tightly as he braced himself on the wall and ensured not a single sound escaped his lips. His legs throbbed worse with each lash, the little bamboo cane feeling more like razor wire than wood as it cut open his flesh, Sirius shuddered as the heat seared his skin. He dug his finger nails into the wall and tried to keep his breathing under control. Again the cane was brought across his tender backside and he gasped, a soft, uncontrollable moan escaping from his parted lips as he threw his head back. His eyes widened in horror at the noise, that hadn’t sounded as if he was in pain. He risked looking down and saw, to his utter humiliation, his erection standing out in sharp relief within the confines of his white pants. He swore inwardly, his cheeks bright red as he rested his head on one hand and waited for the teacher to continue his punishment. The ache in his legs and arse was not the only ache in his body, it was a challenge to ignore it. His fingers scraped at the wall paper as once again he heard that whistle, his body jerked forward on impact and once again the gasp was one of mixed pleasure and pain even as the agony in his backside increased. “Oh shit…” He gasped and closed his eyes, he only hoped his teacher wouldn’t think that there was anything out of the ordinary.

“Black, turn around.”

Dread sank into Sirius’ soul, he had no idea what was wrong with him. He was getting turned on by his teacher…the man wasn’t even that attractive. He bit down on his bottom lip to try and distract himself from his erection. “I-uh…I’d rather…s-stay like t-this…” He muttered and lowered his head. He really was going to be in trouble now.

“I said turn around. Face me.”

Sirius took a slow breath and opened his eyes, slowly, as if he was living a nightmare he turned around. He kept his eyes down, staring hard at the patterned carpet in the hopes that it would swallow him up and take him out of this situation. “S-Sir?” He muttered after the silence had gone on too long, he risked looking up and saw his teacher gazing at him with something in his eyes that made Sirius step backwards. “Sir? I-I…Is my punishment o-over?”

Rathburn finally stirred, his eyes were much too dark and Sirius felt vulnerable, he had changed in front of his teacher many times and never once felt so uncomfortable. He shifted from one foot to the other, eternally grateful that his unfortunate problem was slowly wilting under the intense gaze of his tutor. “No. I believe you have yet to fully repent…once again…” He made a turning gesture with a finger, Sirius frowned to himself but obeyed. He braced his hands against the wall and closed his eyes. He could hear Rathburn moving behind him and the sensation was very strange, he had never felt so vulnerable before. He kept as still as he could and restrained any questions in case he did something to get himself into worse trouble, he didn’t like this side of Rathburn, it was slightly scary.

“S-Sir I-AH!” Sirius’ body jerked forward as the switch hit him across the back, he hit his head on the wall it had been so unexpected. He opened his eyes and made to turn around but a hand was planted firmly over his own and pinned above his head, Ratheburns hot breath tickled the back of his neck and his voice was breathy and strange.

“…Stay there…we’re not done.”

Sirius felt chills creep up his spine but he bit down on his lower lip to prevent any retort, he really didn’t like the teachers tone. He tensed when that whistle came again, anticipating the pain, it hit his skin like a white-hot wire he moaned and buried his face in the crook of his arm. His waning erection was back with vengeance and he shivered as cool air washed his skin. The pain felt good, he had always been relatively ok with pain, he had figured that there were worse things in the world but he had never felt like this when he had been hit. Then he realised that normally the teachers gave him the cane across the backs of his hands, they had never hit him on the legs before. He gasped as the switch cut into his flesh again, his eye-lids fell closed slightly and he braced himself again.

“Are you sorry?” Rathburn whispered in his ear after a few more hits, Sirius felt his hand sliding over his chest and he swallowed the tight lump of fear in his throat.

“Y-Yes sir…I’m sorry I r-ran away, can I go?” Fingers slid into his shirt, Sirius felt them caress one of his nipples. His immediate reaction of escape was blocked by Rathburns heated body at his back, he gasped as two fingers squeezed the little nub and it hardened beneath the slightly rough treatment. “Sir! S-Stop…!” Sirius muttered, pushing the hand away and slipping free of Rathburns unnatural embrace. “I…I should go now…” He muttered and bent to pick up his trousers. He risked a glance at the headmaster, he was gazing at Sirius with that same dark expression but he was making no move to stop him from dressing. So, as quickly as he could, he yanked on his trousers and grabbed his blazer before grabbing the door.

A voice stopped him. “If you say a word about this, boy, I will ensure you fail all your examinations until you turn sixteen.”

Sirius bit down hard on his bottom lip before lowering his head. “Yes sir, thank you sir.” He breathed, the same bland acceptance he used after his father had beat him, as if he had been done a favour. Angrily he yanked open the door and ran as fast as he could back to his room.

Sirius’ feet pounded across the carpet as he ran to his room, he skidded to a stop outside the door and flung it open breathing heavily. He saw James sat with their dorm mates playing cards, James’ eyes widened behind his glasses as he spotted Sirius’ distress. Sirius took a breath. “Is the shower free?” He asked and got a nod from his class mates, he thanked them and grabbed his wash things before going to the shower rooms and stripping. His clothes he dumped unceremoniously on the floor and turned the shower to its hottest setting. He sighed as the water washed across his skin and he leaned his head on the cool tiles, he closed his eyes until he heard the door open and close and James entered the room.

“Sirius, what happened? You looked like you’d seen a ghost.” James’ voice echoed oddly in the confined space but Sirius felt more relaxed as he heard it.

“Mr. Rathburn he…” He remembered the teachers warning and sighed. “It’s nothing, mate, I’m cool.”

James leaned against the wall by the door, he stared at the shadow of his best friend that hid behind the curtain. “Alright, if you don’t want to speak about it…” He sighed. “Oh, I got Lily’s address!”

Sirius smiled. “Cool man, you gunna go see her?” He asked, raising his voice over the sounds of the water as he washed his hair.

“Yeah, I reckon so.” James grinned to himself. “She didn’t give it to me though, it was her friend Connie…she gave me her number for you.”

“Awesome, she was into me.”

“Everyone’s into you Siri.”

Sirius opened the curtain and stepped out, he was dripping wet and fully naked but seemed oblivious. He picked up a towel and began drying his hair. “Obviously, have you seen me lately Jamie?” He grinned, it was easier to push the weird episode out of his head with James at his side…it was easy to pretend it had all been his imagination.

XXX

Sirius’ eyes opened with difficulty, he groaned heavily and rolled onto his side. There was something holding him down so he pushed it off. He gazed at his surroundings and sighed when he realised he was still at Tim’s little underground club, his mouth tasted of crap and he was horribly dehydrated. He groaned again and rubbed his palms across his face, he needed a shave if the scratchy noise was anything to go by. He sat up and saw that he was surrounded by naked people, yet another day in the life of Sirius Black. His eyes travelled to the man at his side and he began shaking him awake. “Tim? Tim? Wake up.”

Tim stirred with a groan and opened his eyes. “Wha’issit?”

“Listen mate, I’m gunna need my pay check…”

Tim sighed and looked sad. “Oh but Siri, you never fulfilled your promise last night.”

“Promise?” Sirius frowned in confusion.

“Your little friend, the cute one with glasses, got away. You know what I said.”

“Oh.” Sirius sighed. “But I have no money! I have to eat, Tim. Please I-I’ll…I’ll make it up to you in any way I can, just please let me have the cash.”

Tim ran a finger down Sirius’ bare chest, his nail left a pink line. “Very well, I have one of my investors coming round in three days…if you can show him a good time I’ll give you your money.”

Sirius opened his mouth to protest but Tim raised an eyebrow and he closed it again, he was desperate. “Alright, what do you want me to do?”

“He’s a man with very specialised tastes, all I want from you is utter obedience, is that clear?”

Sirius struggled with that but his stomach rumbled and he lowered his head. “Fine.” He muttered.

“Excellent, be here the day after tomorrow and we’ll get you prepped.”

“Prepped? What do you want from me?”

Tim leaned forward and kissed Sirius’ lips lightly. “Don’t worry yourself over it, I will set everything up and when he’s finished with you I will give you your money and if you’re extra good I’ll give you a bonus.”

Sirius’ eyes lit up. “A bonus?”

“I know a few people in the recording industry, they might want to hear a demo.”

Excitement flared in Sirius’ chest and his grin wiped away all worry from his face. “Then I’ll be there!” He grabbed his jeans from where they lay over the arm of a chair and began changing. “Is there anything special I should wear? Or will I need anything?”

“Only that fine body of yours, honey. I will provide the rest.”

Sirius paused and looked at Tim. “I’m not a whore…” He said slowly. “I’m not fucking some random guy for money.”

“What have we been doing for the past year, Siri?” Time sighed and raked fingers through his hair, his eyes took on a steely gleam. “You’ve been spreading your legs for me in exchange for getting work…do you think this is any different?”

Sirius clamped his mouth shut and gazed at the shirt in his hand. “But this…this is different.”

“Do you want the money or not? It’s a simple choice.”

Sirius considered his boss in silence for a moment before sighing and putting on his shirt. “Fine. Just don’t expect me to do this every time, I’m sure there’s loads of clubs that will want me…”

Tim smiled nastily. “Don’t be so sure of yourself little puppy, you’re not all that hot.”

Sirius’ hands clenched into fists but he bit his tongue on any retort, Tim was right, he had been round nearly every club in London or so it seemed and he hadn’t managed to get a gig until the Three Moons. He dressed and left the club in silence, once he was outside he lit a cigarette and began walking back to his flat. He kicked at a drinks bottle as he passed it with a frown on his face. He was well and truly stuck now, Tim was actually whoring him out to random people which he wasn’t all that sure about. Yet what choice did he have? Give up on his dreams and get a proper job? Go back to his flat and starve to death slowly? He shook his hair back from his face and sighed. No, he would die rather than give up, what was letting other people use his body when he would get his music heard? He smiled at that thought and began humming as he walked. He would do anything it took to climb to the top, even if it meant becoming a prostitute.

XXX

Sirius lay on his back in his flat, a half-empty bottle of beer by his side as he strummed his guitar slowly. He was surrounded by balls of screwed up paper covered in random scrawls of chords and lyrics. A pen sat behind his ear and he whispered to himself, he had caught the thread of a new tune and had been trying to give it form but so far he hadn’t had any luck. A loud knock at the door made him sit up, he gazed at it for a moment.

“Sirius! Open up!”

Sirius sighed and stood up, holding his guitar around the neck as he pulled open the door and leaned against the frame. “Reg, what’s up, man?”

Regulus was wearing the sixth form school uniform and he was glaring at Sirius slightly angrily. “Mother, that’s what’s up.” He said angrily and barged into his brother’s flat.

“Ah, the usual.” Sirius sighed and shut his door with his foot. “Take a seat, I would offer refreshment but my servant hasn’t returned with the shopping.” He sneered as he sat down on his pile of cushions and dug around in his pocket for his cigarettes. “So, what’s the hag done now?”

“Don’t call her that!” Reg snapped angrily, he snatched Sirius’ cigarettes from his hand and took one for himself.

“I’ll call the mad old bitch whatever I want to.” Sirius replied amiably. “Give them back, smoking’s bad for you.”

“I’ve been smoking since I was fourteen; don’t tell me what to do.”

Sirius grinned as he lit his own cigarette and threw the book of matches to his brother, he lay back and put one arm behind his head. “Ok, what’s the deal?”

Regulus gazed around the dingy little flat with a sneer on his face before turning his eyes back to Sirius. “Father’s in hospital.”

Sirius lay still, his eyes closed and his cigarette dangling from between his lips. He didn’t move a muscle except to say; “Oh.”

Regulus stared at him with a frown. “Is that all you can say?! Our father is in critical condition! He could die! Don’t you care?”

Slowly Sirius opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. “You know what? I don’t reckon I do.” He turned his head to look at Regulus who was glaring at him furiously. “What do want me to do? Break down and cry? Start trying to make amends for my despicable behaviour? Reg, I can’t do it. The man hated me and the feeling was mutual. James Potter’s parents were better parents than ours.”

“You should go see him.” Regulus said quietly, his face falling slightly. “He blames himself you know…”

“For what?”

“For you leaving, for you being…well…you know.”

“Homosexual?” Sirius snorted and blew grey smoke from his lips. “A dirty great pouf? A pansy? A waste of oxygen?”

Regulus’ face softened. “Sirius…he’s dying and he misses you. Please, at least say farewell to him…”

“You know I’ve not even told my own boss that I just like men?” Sirius said slowly, a frown marring his face. “And he’s a cross-dresser.”

Reg fell silent, pity filling his eyes. “Maybe…maybe you should find a nice girl and settle down? It would stop people from being cold to you…it would stop the rumours…”

Sirius closed his eyes and pushed both hands into his hair. “But that’s just it, isn’t it?” He whispered. “No one wants to acknowledge that some people fancy the same sex…people…people are afraid of it. I can’t tell anyone, I’d be killed. But I…I’m sick of hiding.”

“I…I don’t know what to say.” Regulus whispered, leaning forward to flick ash into the ashtray.

“No. No you wouldn’t understand.” Sirius smiled bitterly and sat upright. “Alright, I’ll go see him if it’ll make you feel better, little brother.” He reached out and ruffled Regulus’ hair.

“Get off! I’m not a child anymore!”

Sirius laughed softly and smiled at his brother.

XXX

The Hospital was a place of white sterile walls, white uniforms and white faces. Sirius walked up to the reception desk and cleared his throat to gain the attention of the nurse.

“Yes, sir, how can I help you?” She gazed up at him with large, pretty eyes. Sirius smiled and her cheeks flushed slightly.

“I’m looking for Orion Black? He’s my father.”

“Ok, I’ll just check…” She turned to a computer and began tapping the keys with a frown, then she turned and smiled at him. “He’s on the fifth floor, room twelve.”

“Thanks.” He winked at her and began walking down the corridor. It didn’t take him long to find the correct floor and room, Orion Black was in a private room with the best, most expensive care. Sirius stood before the door and stared at the handle as if it were a venomous snake, he slowly lifted his hand which seemed to suddenly weigh a tonne. When his fingers touched the door he heard his name called, he turned to see his brother running towards him with a smile.

“You came!” Regulus said, he beamed happily at Sirius as he came to a halt beside him. “Go on in.” He opened the door and stepped aside, Sirius glanced at him before taking a breath.

The room was quiet, all he could hear was the steady beeping of the heart monitor, the place stank of chemicals and disinfectant, a horrible smell that stung his nose. He stared at the wasted form of his father lying in the bed with tubes coming out of him, he looked like a weird human/octopus hybrid. Sirius’ feet took him to the bedside so he was gazing down into his father’s face, he frowned. The man he had known, the man who had drunk himself into a stupor and taken his anger out on his eldest son was gone. What lay in his place was a yellowed, ancient version. “You’re weak…” Sirius whispered softly as he leaned closer. The thing in the bed looked so frail and child-like Sirius could probably have broken his neck with a flick of his wrist, the twist of fate was almost funny and he smiled. “And so the tables are turned, sir.”

The beeping machine skipped slightly as the thing in the bed stirred. Orion opened his eyes and blinked up at his son. “R-Regulus?”

“No, father.” Sirius muttered with a shake of his head.

“Oh…it’s the other one.” Orion tried to sit up Sirius pushed him back down with one hand.

“You should rest, sir…I wouldn’t want you to kill yourself.” He said bitterly.

“I don’t want that filthy hand on me, you useless…pathetic excuse for a man.”

Sirius withdrew his hand, his eyes going dark and oddly blank. “You know you should be nicer to me or you’ll go to hell…respect thy neighbour or whatever it was.”

Orion choked out some wheezy breaths of laughter. “You will be going to hell, boy…not me…I don’t have sex with other men.”

Sirius gazed down at his father, it would be so easy to take one of the spare pillows and hold it over his face, his fingers twitched eagerly but he held still. “I’m already in hell, sir.” He muttered quietly. “You made sure I got there.”

“Good. You should suffer for what you did…” He began coughing violently, when it had subsided he glared at his eldest son. “You do know your mother and I wrote you out of our will?”

“I don’t want your stinking money.”

Orion frowned. “And you won’t see anything of the money your Uncle left you…”

Sirius’ eyes widened. “Alphard left me money too?” He asked.

“He did, but you won’t see a penny of it, our lawyers will see to that.”

Sirius bit down on his bottom lip. “You’re fucking evil.”

“You’re not even human.” Orion replied, he took hold of his mask and brought it to his face but his shaking fingers fumbled it. Sirius watched him struggle a moment before grabbing it and staring at it for a moment. He saw a flicker of terror in his father’s eyes and couldn’t help but smile.

“Do you think I’m going finish you off?”

Orion was too out of breath to speak, his chest rose and fell rapidly as Sirius leaned over him, his hair falling onto his father’s face. He pressed his lips against his father’s forehead. “There’s a big difference between you and I, father…” He whispered. “I have a heart.” He put the mask over his father’s face and turned away, slowly he walked to the door but when he was there he paused. “Can I ask you one last thing?” He paused but only the sound of the oxygen tank answered. “Why did you try and kill me?”

Orion’s breathless, cracked laugh sent agony into Sirius’ stomach. “Who told you?”

“Alphard…He said that when I was a baby you tried to drown me and it was only because Grandma was there that you didn’t succeed…but there were other times I do remember…when I was six you made me drink bleach. When I was ten you threw me from the balcony of the Manor…when I was twelve you pushed me through the ice of the lake…” He turned and stared hard at Orion who was grinning. “Why?”

“Because you’re not one of us. You’re a disgusting demon child…now, get out. I never want to see your face around here again…and you stay away from your brother, I don’t want him getting funny idea’s in his head. I don’t want you to turn him.”

“Turn him?” Sirius muttered slowly, his face twisted slightly, a mockery of a smile. “Oh, that’s good! That’s the best one yet!” He laughed humourlessly. “Turn him! Oh…oh you’re a bunch of laugh’s you are, father dearest! I’m not fucking contagious you disgusting old man! I hope you die slowly and painfully!” He stormed out the room, the door slamming shut behind him. Regulus was waiting for him outside looking concerned.

“Well? How did it go?”

Sirius sighed and leaned heavily against the wall. “I should have held a pillow over his face and done the whole fucking world a favour.” He hissed furiously and turned on his heel. “Tell him to hurry up and fucking die already!” he stormed from the hospital, sending people dodging out of his way as he walked with single minded determination.
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