A Little Drabble Do Ya: Pitch Black

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Upon entering  Illya’s hospital room in Medical, Mr.Waverly was visibly upset by what he found.

The enforcement agent was moaning in obvious pain.  Bed covers askew; his face was red and he was thrashing about.

“Mr. Kuryakin, I have some questions.”

No answer.

“Mr.Kuryakin, would you like for me to call the nurse?”

Suddenly,  the lights went out and the door to the room slammed shut.

Alone together in the pitch black darkness, Waverly waited patiently until the emergency generators kicked in. He took hold of Illya’s arm to ground them both and found it hot and dry.