Blood Red (2)

Chapter 7

(A/N: a bit weird. Strongly pg-13)

"You love your job don't you?"

He chuckled. "Yes. I love looking at blood and organs, and love when I do surgery with the chance of someone dying."

"I knew it."

"Now please...take off your shirt." I unhurriedly hassle out of my top. Victor gawked at the lines of medical tape that swirled around my chest, stomach, and back. "Lay down."

I didn't need to be told twice. My chest pressed against the cold, metal table, I could feel it even through the bandages, goes to show how thin they are. My ears rung as I could hear Dr. Whale sharpened a pair of scissors.

"Call down Ruby it's like like it will hurt." He laid his palm on my back.

"It's not that," I breathed.

I analyzed the room around me, an amber colored bottle with a long neck sparkled in a corner. A smudge of blood smeared a little of the tiles, dark and dry. Dirt sprinkled the floor as well. Whale had just started to cut through the bandages, a breeze started at the end of my back. Placed on another counter were needles and thread, the kind used for stitching. The air was at the bottom of my ribs now. My body's tingled. Someone was in here...and they were or are...dead. The air climbed my shoulder blades, it was almost over.

When it was, I didn't sit up. "Get up," commanded Whale. I shook my head. "I can't take it off all the way if you don't sit up." I did as asked, only allowing my back to show. I peered down at my chest. White lined my skin. Across my stomach, collar bones, and breasts. The middle part on the left row of my ribs was very dark...the stab. My back was probably the same. Whale slipped the bandages away from my skin.

"Here's your shirt." I extended my hand. "No...you have to turn around if you want it." My jaw went slack. I knew what he was trying to do. I curled my arms over my chest and turned to him. "I'll put it back on." I looked at my engagement ring, forcing his gaze to it as well. "Don't worry Ruby."

I was worrying. As he began to slip my shirt over my head, I bit my tongue, sweat dripping. His thumbs ran along the curves of my breasts. My breath hitched, not in the good way. I pushed my arms through the shirt. "What are you doing?" My voice was whist.

"I have something for you."

"I don't want to know what."

Whale smiled. "He's alive."

It was my turn to chortle. "Killian? I know that all ready."

"No."

"William?"

"No." It was more fierce. "Peter."

"Peter?" He slapped my face.

"Yes you stupid girl. The black smith named Peter."

My eyes widened, and I threw myself at him, grabbing his collar. "DON'T YOU PLAY WITH ME! You try to rape me then tell me he's still alive! What the hell is wrong with you!?"

"Ruby I'm not lying," he said calmly.

"I don't care anymore!" His hands enclosed on mine and he tugged them away from himself.

"Ruby...you still have stitches in your back. Don't rip them."

"When are they going to be taken out?" I roared, his hot hands still holding mine. He gave off that aroma again, alcohol, but this time it was mixed with dirt, and a faint smell of rotting flesh. "Have you been drinking? Is that why you're saying this nonsense?"

"No...a little...but it's true I swear." A low growl rippled through my throat. "I could take them out tomorrow."

"Take them out NOW."

"It still isn't healed. You could injure yourself."

"I don't care anymore," I sigh. "Please."

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Once again, my shirt was off, and Whale's shaky hands hovered over me. He had tools in both, I'm not sure what they're called though. That's why he's the doctor and I'm not...even though he really shouldn't be. "Here's the first one."

One of the tools dug into my wound and I screamed bloody murder. I swore as loud as I could, then tried to bite my lip to keep from screaming anymore. Warm liquid trickled down my sides. I cried out again.

"Stop! Please stop!" I whimpered, clutching the table...which didn't feel good either.

"I can't...it's almost down though." He caressed my blades, only for a moment, then went back to his work. "You'll be okay," Whale cooed in my ear.

"I'm still mad at you."

"Ruby he-"

I hastily cut him off. "I don't want to talk about it anymore."

"Alright." Tears outlined my eyes, making it hard to see. The pain was worse, and my lip began to bleed too.

Something wrong happened. I didn't have to feel it to know, I heard it. I became unconscious, swallowed by darkness.

Victor's unsteady hands had hit something they weren't suppose to.