The Prison Healer Oneshots

If Kiva wasn't as caring...

Spoils: TPH

TW: Worthlessness (idk if thats one but yeahh) just caution when reading 

It was another day just like every other one. It was pointless. Kiva didn't have any reason to be stuck in a death prison nor did she have any reason to stay there. Her only family had left her to fend for herself while they got to enjoy life together. Nothing could change the fact she was forced to play healer and heal the patient lying on the pallet across the room.

Kiva's day had been hard to say the least. She had numerous patients, all who treated her like a poo and when she was about to finish up for a break, 3 more patients arrived. They all looked severely injured, even almost dead. If Kiva was wanting to survive she'd have to heal them as she learnt the hard way, that was her job. If she didn't cooperate she'd be punished which wasn't something she hadn't experienced or worse she'd be sent to the tunnels.

Kiva stood above the man, assessing the injuries he had so obviously sustained. Blood covered every inch of him as he lay unconscious, his clothes stuck to his body like wet plaster which forced Kiva to trim off the fabric. After learning the other 2 people were dead, Kiva had lost all hope this one would survive but the heart beat was still beating ever-so-slightly. It just didn't make sense why Kiva was forced to heal nearly dead people. It was so obvious to her that it was for more labour but surely the other inmates realised they were better off non-existent rather than being healed again and again.

After she had cleaned off as much blood as possible, she located all the open wounds. There was a deep gash above his eyebrow, another above his stomach and slash across his left forearm. She grabbed a bottle of precious alcohol and dabbed it to the wounds, trying to prevent infection. No doubt it would sting a lot but at least he was unconscious for the worse part. Kiva started at a shallower cut, right above his knee and pressed a cloth to it. The man's body twitched at the sting but Kiva kept going as she pressed the now blood-soaked cloth into the next wound. Once Kiva had cleaned all the wounds, she started applying a wet, sticky salve that smelled extremely gross. The man started twitching below her, she'd have to work quickly so he'd wake up after she was gone. She didn't want to speak to him at all. There wasn't a point to helping him, he'd die in the prison just like everyone else. As Kiva started stitching the wounds, she noticed the amber eyed guard enter the infirmary. The guard glared at her, just like every other guard in the prison did. Kiva ignored her as she continued working on the man.

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"Where-am-I?" The man said at speed Kiva didn't know it was possible as he woke up. Kiva was cleaning up all the equipment she just used, when he woke.

"Zalindov Prison." She replied, little emotion or tone filling her voice. He paled at her reply and glanced at the guard with a look Kiva didn't understand.

"Healer. Take him on the tour once you've finished with him." The amber eyed guard ordered, before stalking out of the infirmary. Kiva nodded at the order, even though the guard had already left.

"What are you doing to me?" The man said, his face showing fear. His fingers started running up his golden hair. Kiva would have to shave it off. And she still had to mark him.

"Healing you. Now shut up." Kiva said, her voice commanding his full attention. She made him sit still as she cut away his hair.

"Is that all?" The man asked, as he ran his hands over his now shaved head.

"No. Now shut up, this will hurt and if you keep talking, you won't survive this place." Kiva demanded as she heated up a knife over an open flame. Once Kiva was satisfied it was hot enough, she plunged it in the back of his palm. He let out a scream but Kiva glided the knife through his skin. He screamed again and again until Kiva took the knife out of his hand and snarled at him.

"I told you to shut up." Kiva stared at the man. His eyes were glassy and his hand was covered in blood. Kiva moved to grab a bandage.

"Why would you do that? Do you have any idea how much tha-" The man was cut off by Kiva who was bandaging his hand, "Protocol and yes, I'm aware of how painful it is. Now shut up." Kiva waved her scarred hand for him to see before tying off the excess bandage. His face tightened, at her remark but Kiva didn't notice it.

Kiva did a quick clean up before tending to the dead. Once they were ready to be taken to Mot, she gestured to the man. "We'll start this tour by going to Mot. He cremates the dead." The man nodded, before following Kiva.

" 'Nother delivery?" Mot said as Kiva and the man entered the morgue. He glanced at the man behind Kiva. "Another inmate too I see."

"Two need collecting and this is D24L103." Kiva replied before turning to the man but the man cut her off, "Hi, I'm actually Jaren." Jaren turned to Mot and held out his hand. Mot grabbed his hand and shook it, giving him a toothy grin, "Mot."

"Enough. Mot, you know he'll die out there if he's this caring and nice. D24L103, don't tell anyone your name. You are D24L103, any life you had out there is now gone. Grow up and realise it. This is your reality now." Kiva said just before she stalked out of the morgue.

"She's harsh like that. She's actually an innocent stuck on the inside. She's made herself to be harsher than who she is." Mot said quietly when he was certain Kiva was out of ear shot.

"Why is she innocent? Shouldn't she be out in freedom if she's innocent?" Jaren asked, feeling sorry for the healer.

"I heard she put up a fight when her dad got arrested and was dragged along with him. She was seven and then a few years later, her father passed away. Don't tell her I told you that. It really is better to not ask questions here." Mot said. Jaren let that settle, then waved his goodbyes.

Jaren stalked around the corner of the morgue to see Kiva. She didn't look that mad at him, more like wellowing in a state of nothing. Not sure what to say, Jaren asked, "Are you alright?"

"I told you to not ask." Kiva said as she started walking on further.

"But I want to ask. I want to know." Jaren insisted as he took off after her, not knowing where he was going.

"No you don't. No one will care. I'm serious here, it's tough here and you can't have a heart. You'll grow up and you see what this place is. You can't assume because people receive punishment, they learn from it." Kiva said firmly, leaving no room for discussion.

"I- Okay." Jaren muttered.

Kiva pointed in a direction, "over there is the cafeteria, over there is the work rooms and the cell blocks. Take that path to get to the caves, You'll most likely work there."

Kiva waved a bye and left Jaren standing in a cross path. No doubt that things would be hard for him. He'd be lonely, it'd be tough. After all, he was just a tiny speck in a bigger picture. A horrible, terrifying picture that was also known as a death prison but maybe it was better to be a tiny worthless speck.

 Thanks so much for reading!

Ps. Sorry for not uploading for a while school got hectic... also how was it? I'd appreciate some feedback!!