You Are Mine

Chapter 2: far from highly inappropriate behavior

Chapter 2

"Curfew is in fifteen minutes. All patients are asked to be in their rooms by then. Thank you." The charge nurse announces over the intercom.

I roll my eyes, who goes to be at 8:15 after doing nothing all day. We are all emotion suppressed zombies forced to remain practically still all day. I am not even close to tired; I'll end up laying on that uncomfortable thing they call a bed for hours before my eyes will finally close for the night.

Can't sleep for days, gotta stay up, stay up for forever

"Here's your medication, Katherine." The nurse hands me the little plastic cup.

I hold it in my hand, wishing I could refuse. Knowing the alternative, I tilt the cup and let the pills drop into my mouth, she hands me a water and I wash them down.

"That's a good girl." She takes the trash and walks off.

"That's a good girl." I mimic in a high pitch tone. Fucking bitch, I wish I could smash her face into the wall. Am I still a good girl then?

She side eyes me and hands a cup to Colson on the other end of the couch. "And now you."

I expect him to make a remark or put up a fight, but he takes the medication and water with no protest. The nurse walks off to sedate, I mean medicate the other patients. Colson smirks at me and scoots himself right next to me. I give him a questioning look. There was nothing to be happy about unless you enjoy being put into an emotionless medically induced coma. He brings his hand to his mouth after checking on the nurse's whereabouts. I watch as he spits out all the pills she'd thought he'd swallowed.

"Don't take this shit, flower. It's bad for that pretty mind of yours." He tucks the medications into his pocket.

The medication I had taken already working their poison through my veins and dumbing down my reactions. I give a half smile, and his smirk grows bigger as if he can read my mind.

I been sailing too long in cold water, restrain me from these pills and more doctors

"Next time, I want you to do what I just did." He says and tucks hair behind my ear. "Eventually flower, I'm going to get you out of here. We can't do that if your brain is mush."

I give a little nod, leaning my facing into his hand. The wanted touch of another person feels so nice regardless of how numb I am.

"Ehem." I hear the voice and without looking I know it is the doctor. All happy feelings are gone. "Colson, I think it's time to head to your room. I'll help Katherine to hers."

Colson does not remove his hand; his eyes are still on me. He leans in closer to whisper to me. "I'm going to go to my room, and when the lights go out, I'm going to stroke myself and think of all the noises you'd make with me inside you."

Is it suddenly hot in here? My eyes widen, and as he pulls back from me, I see his beautiful smirk. His eye lit up mischievously as he stands.

"Goodnight flower." Colson says. "Doc." He nods and makes his way down the hall.

"Let's go, Katherine." The doctor gets a grip on my arm and helps me stand.

One step at a time I make the dreaded walk to my room. Even though I know he is going to touch me, and it's going to make me feel so low that I will question if I'll ever rise from it, my mind is buzzing at Colson's words. He's going to touch himself and he's going to think of me while he does. Oh, what I would give just to be a fly on his wall tonight.

I step through my door, the doctor close behind. Without hesitation I climb into my bed, quick to surround myself with the thin material they call a blanket. Hoping to will him away.