the hospital room, full of blood, and dead nurses, the hallway having people, slit throated

serin stood at your bedside table, blade on the ground beside him, covered in blood

he panted a bit, a smirk on his lips, as he looked at you, a bit of blood on his cheek

you layed on the hospital bed, no ounce of blood on you, holding a small baby

serin ran a veiny, bloody hand through his black slightly wet hair, his black eyes locked on the baby

he quickly used the hand sanitizer station on the wall to clean his hands, making sure there was no more blood

he then sat on the bed with you, caressing your wedding band

he smiled softly, taking the baby, as he cooed at the little baby boy

he killed all them people, for you, and his newborn son, they wouldn't let him in the room, so he got rid of them

he put a finger on the baby boys bottom lip, playing with it a bit

Serin: "You're so small, so fragile, so perfect"

he then looked up at you, his black gaze locking with yours as he asked, his voice soft

Serin: "So what are you naming him, sweetheart"