The Plague Doctor [RATED R] ✓

(18) Autumn Breeze

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THE NEXT DAY CAME by fast and everyone was busier than yesterday. I, on the other hand, did not have anything else to do other than the assignments that master Claudio gave me. The first assignment was to make a sketch that reflects what I feel, which I agree can be very therapeutic. While the other one was to seduce a cop to gain his trust; two things that do not combine well with each other. 

     "Stay away from me you freak! I'm gonna bite your fucking dick off if you take another step closer!" A voice echoes down the hallway while I was on my way to my bedroom.

     I decided to head upstairs to where the patients were to see what the ruckus is about. There were a couple of nurses walking around, but one nurse, who was in front of room 01, was picking up food that was scattered on the floor.

    I approach the nurse and touch his shoulder, making him look at me. "Is there a problem?" I then ask him, and the nurse answers in a language that I did not quite understand. But with his body language, I could tell that he was having a hard time.

     "Where's Mr. M?" I ask instead, hoping he could understand me.

    "Not here," he thankfully answers, making me nod my head before looking at the room where the patient was.

    Patient no. 1, better known as Wednesday, was standing in the corner of her room, holding a metal tray that she must have snatched from the nurse. All the patients had a chain attached to their ankles last night, and Wednesday's ankle was already bleeding.

     "I'll handle it," I tell the nurse, and the nurse nods his head, standing up and waiting in front of the door, probably to guard me in case something happens.

     There is nothing more troublesome than a troublesome patient, but I understand why she's so agitated. If I knew that I was going to be experimented on, I'd be throwing a fit too. But of course, we can't have that here. As master Claudio said, I am to make sure that the patients here have a pleasant stay. I don't know how I'll do it, but I have to at least try.

     "Darling, put the tray down," I say as I carefully make my way inside the room.

     "Don't you fucking get any closer. I will fuck you up you little shit!" She aggressively shouts, threatening to throw the tray at me.

     "Alright now, that's not a very nice thing to say. Put the tray down before we inject you with that medicine from last night again. I bet when you woke up it wasn't very pleasant," I answer back as I take another step closer, and when I did, I noticed that she was already shaking.

     This girl was scared to death. I could tell because I've been in that state once.

     "Close the door," I instruct, probably confusing the nurse who was guarding outside the room.

     When he didn't do what I said, I quickly look back at him and said with a more commanding tone this time, "Door...close it." 

     The nurse doesn't say anything, but he finally closes the metal door, leaving me alone with Wednesday who's threatening to hurt me with a tray. Of course, I wasn't a hundred percent sure of what I was doing, but after reviewing Wednesday's profile, it's obvious that she's not comfortable around men, making her act aggressive instead.

     Besides, there's still a small window on the door so the nurse could check on me. If anything happens he'll be there.

     "To start off, let me introduce myself first. My name is Bishop. Our ages are close since I'm only 24, so why don't we try to get along? I'm sure we have a lot of common interests." I say, but Wednesday only spits on me before saying, "Fuck off."