MADNESS

5. I Have Nowhere To Run

SYDNEY WILSON

He may be even more deranged that I thought. To what he said about his sister, I decided not to expose my true emotions, so I swiftly changed the subject, but I did say something whatsoever. I said I'm sorry. That's how I felt about this situation, that's how I feel about her death. Cassidy didn't have to die and the worst part is she did at the hand of her own brother and thinking about this makes me tear up.

But there was something about the way he said it, the way he was unwell after letting those words out, it wasn't anything else other than transparent. Eyes, pupils and movements, never lie and the look of pure saddest is similar to no other. Not even excellent manipulators or psychopaths can do it that realistic, I have experience in working with them for enough to know that. They always do something wrong. I know that fake look of grief when I see it and Noah's face was saying something else. Which leads me to be even more baffled.

He could be a sociopath though, not a psychopath. Sociopaths have a conscience, a weak one, but still, they will often justify something they know to be wrong when psychopaths will believe that their actions are justified and feel no remorse for any harm done.

But he did feel remorse. I saw it.

And again, I'm confused.

"Syd, your hand is still bleeding, come here." Emma wakes me up to reality.

A patient got aggressive and scratched my hand with her nails before being taken by the security guards today, right after I talked to Noah. I'm not mad about it, but I am upset because it stings and I detest that feeling in my palm, so I came to the infirmary to ask Emma to help me out. And obviously talk to her about the movie that I saw last night.

I come closer to Emma, dragging the metallic chair with me, to allow her to bandage me. Knowing she's in charge of the infirmary at the same time as my shift makes me feel safer. I'm really grateful she's taking care of me, it takes me too much to whine before I do something myself and when I do, somehow I ruin it.

"Is it bad?" I ask.

"No, it's probably just painful. Does it not hurt?" She takes her eyes of the scratch to look at me, confused.

"Not exactly, it's just that uncomfortable sting."

"Hm." She raises her brows. "You're weird for saying no." She comments, making me laugh.

"If that's the case then I-"

The loud sound of the infirmary door abruptly opening catches our attention in a heart beat, making me flinch. It takes me a second to process what I'm seeing, but I quickly come to realize it's Noah Pierce covered in blood and fresh bruises.

Well, he didn't have those an hour ago. Pretty sure about it.

Noah is being held by two security guards who look intimidatingly angry, but he's not phased. He looks bored and over it. They push him roughly into the room, making him almost fall two steps away from me and Emma, who's looking at them concerned. Probably because of how rough they are with him, which is not normal or remotely fine.

I lock eyes with him, sending him a confused look.

"Stitch this asshole up. He's caused chaos in the main room, thinks he's all that." The guards command, making Noah roll his eyes.

Then, as fast as they entered, they exited the room.

Now it was just the three of us.

"What happened?" I ask as soon as it feels not awkward to. "You're a bloody mess." Oh. "Wow that sounded British."

Jesus. "Sorry."

He has some blood spots on his left cheek and a few stains on his blue uniform, not really a mess, but i liked the expression.