Must Read: CONTROLLED [Completed] - Season 2 - Episode 12

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Must Read: CONTROLLED [Completed] - Season 2 - Episode 12

Ricky:
“Sophie…” I whispered as I walked into the
hospital. Cold air hit my face, making my eyes
water. My head was still throbbing from a few
nights before. I learned to ignore it, though.
Searching for Sophie had kept me on my feet.
I’ve searched every hospital in London, and this
was the last hospital she could’ve gone to. I
saw her being carried away in an ambulance.
Her head was bleeding heavily, and the
paramedics were working fast to try and get it
to stop. I just hoped she was okay… Or I would
never forgive myself.
I walked out of the elevator and saw a middle-
aged doctor talking to a nurse, scribbling
something on a clipboard. He had silver hair
and a salt-and-pepper stubble on his chin. The
nurse nodded and walked away, leaving him
alone. When I walked up to him, he looked up.
“Hello, sir. May I help you?”

“Yeah, is there a Sophie Anderson here by any
chance,” I said, trying to blink away the painful
throbbing in my head.
“Ms. Anderson? Oh, no, not anymore. She left
yesterday.”
D--n. Well, at least I had some sort of lead. I
knew she’d been in the hospital for a few days…

because of me. “Do you know where she went?”
“Yes, she was sent back to America,” he told
me, eying me suspiciously. “Are you a friend of
hers?”

I tried to smile. “Yes, I am. I heard she was in
the hospital and came to visit her, but since
she’s back in America, I guess I’m too late.”

“I’m sorry that you missed her, but I have to go
to a surgery on the tenth floor. If you have any
more questions, Linda will answer them for
you,” he said, gesturing to a nurse behind the
desk. She looked up and smiled at me.
“No, that’s all I needed to know. Thank you,” I
said.
“You’re welcome. Goodbye.” He walked to the
elevator and got in, looking at his clipboard
again.

So she went back to America, did she? I would
go and get her, and tell her I was sorry. I never
meant to hurt her. It was my fault she’d been in
the hospital, and I had a feeling she would
never forgive me. But at least I was going to
try.
~
I pulled up to her apartment complex and paid
the cab driver. Getting out, my head began to
throb again. “Thanks,” I mumbled to the cab
driver.
“Sure thing, buddy,” he said with a thick Italian
accent. I backed up as he drove off down the
street. Turning around, I walked into the
courtyard in the middle of her apartment
complex. It was quiet, except for the sound of
the fountain in the middle of the courtyard. I
walked up the stairs to her apartment and
knocked on the door softly.

I waited, but there was no answer. I knocked a
second time, but still no answer. I placed my
hand on the knob and turned it. It was locked. I
got the key from out of my back pocket and
placed it in the lock, then turned it and
unlocked it. I pushed the door open and walked
inside.

It was quiet and cold in her apartment. I walked
upstairs and found it all empty. The bed was
cold, and her clothes weren’t back. Had the
doctor lied to me? Was she still back in
London? Even if she was, I would wait for her.
She had to come back sometime, and I would
be when she got back.
But first I needed a shower. I smelled musty
and had dried blood in my hair. I walked over to
her bathroom and turned on the shower. I used
her shampoo and body wash, both smelling like
rosemary mint. I loved that smell, and now I
smelled like her.
I got out and wrapped a towel around my
bottom half, then picked up my clothes, looking
for a washer downstairs. When I found it, I
threw my clothes in and turned it on. I would be
perfect for Sophie when she got home.
And she would be perfect for me.
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