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5. Drawbacks

The sight that befalls you is unlike anything that you've seen before.

You see Michael fighting with several of the guards. They all continue to use the electric rods on him and shout, "Get back to your cell!" while others also beat him with batons. You notice a guard lying on the ground, not moving. Is he dead?! You don't wish to find out, but know that your job requires you to.

"Michael!" you shout. He looks at you for a brief moment with his dark, empty eyes, before getting struck roughly on the head. He stumbles slightly, and is brought to his knees after getting one of the guards jams the electric rod into his leg. You wince at the sight. They're so rough with Michael. But even after they've stopped him, they still continue to beat him with their batons.

Blood trails down Michael's head, staining his shirt. His mask that he crafted by himself is now red. Gashes and tears trail his body. How is he still alive?!

"Hey! Stop that now!" you shout, quieting the guards. They turn, only now noticing you.

"Michael was being hostile and aggressive," one tries to explain through gritted teeth, but you furrow your brows. You approach the still body, kneeling down. With a shaky hand, you feel his neck. No pulse.

You clasp a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from screaming. Swallowing hard at this sight, you look up at the guard in front of you.

"Wh-what was his name?" you calmly utter, tears welling up in your eyes. With unconcerned eyes, he replies, "Brian Harris." You look back down. This is the first dead body that you've ever witnessed.

"Can you go inform Mr. Thompson of Mr. Harris' death?" you request, to no one in particular. You hear some footsteps quietly shuffle away.

"And what shall we do to your patient?" a guard behind you snarkily questions. You exhale, feeling some anger overcome you.

"Would someone take him to one of the exam rooms?" you order, finally standing up. Three guards harshly push Michael down the halls, you following slowly behind.

When you reach the first exam room, the guards chain Michael down to the exam table. You turn your head to them. "Would you mind giving Michael and I time to speak?..." you softly suggest. Two guards walk away, while one stands outside of the room. You shut the door before facing yourself at Michael.

"I'm just going to tend to your wounds," you inform before approaching the frustrated male. He stiffens, but doesn't put up a fight. It's only my first day, and I've already seen a dead body and have had to treat patient wounds... oh, what will await me in the near future? You don't wish to know.

At the side table, there are different medications and medical supplies. Your knowledge with treating wounds is higher than your knowledge with medicine, so this should be easy.

Firstly, you wash your hands. After, you take a cloth from a cupboard in the room, and damp it with water from the sink below. You look over at Michael. "Do you think that you could motion to be where your injuries are?" No response. Okay...

You fearfully approach Michael, cloth in hand. You lift up the bloody sleeve on his left arm, where a large gash lies. You wince. It's beginning to scab up, signifying to you that this injury was recent, but didn't happen today.

"Wh-who did this to you?" you accidentally stutter, being in such shock from seeing this. Michael just lets out an annoyed huff. He doesn't want to be here. You respect his strict boundaries, and silently finish cleaning and sealing his wounds. He seems to prefer the quiet.

~~

You count 11 large wounds in total. 4 arm and leg punctures, 7 long gashes, as well as many bruises and minor cuts all around his body. The bruises are huge, and appear to be from repeated impact. With sad eyes, you think, How much has he already endured? Again, you don't wish to know.