Devil in White

Chapter 5

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There's dreading a work day, and then there's absolutely despising the idea of having to work on children that were basically lab rats... as a fucking prisoner.

You think you hate your job? Try hers.

Brenner had an orderly bring by a new set of clothes, considering her only option was the outfit she wore two days ago.

Anastasia stared at the white blouse with a matching white skirt. It was a basic nurse outfit.

At least she didn't have to wear the orderly uniform. Seriously, it was hideous.

Unless it was on Peter... No! Stop it, dammit.

She didn't understand how she went from detesting someone to nearly kissing them, not even a full 48 hours later. Anastasia knew that he was just as confused as she was, if not more.

And even though he denied her last night, he didn't deny her fully. And that alone kept her from not getting an ounce of sleep.

So here she was, standing in her new uniform, staring at the black circles under her tired eyes.

At least Brenner had given her a watch to know the time. Not knowing whether it was day or night was extremely eerie.

Taking a deep breath, Anastasia steps out of that dreadful bedroom that she was now forced to call home.

Nearly instantly, her face plants into someone else's back. "Shit," she hisses as she looks up to see a very annoyed orderly. Scott. "Could you at least watch where you're going?" Did he just?

She just gawks at him, baffled that he had the nerve. "Well, I'm sorry if I wasn't anticipating someone standing directly in front of the doorway."

"Considering that you more than likely have no clue how to make it to your own damn office, I was ordered to take you there. So quit your complaining, and let's go." She really didn't like this guy. The man had a continuous dirty scowl that would only intimidate a small child.

Nevertheless, she followed behind him down the bleach white halls until they arrived at her office.

It seemed so strange that two days ago, she was so excited about her first day back to work.

Wow, she thought. She literally broke the rules on the first damn day... that had to be a fucking record.

Scott left without saying a word, thankfully. Now she was there by herself, organizing paperwork on the different subjects as she waited for the first poor soul of the day to walk through those doors.

Not even a full hour passed by before Brenner had walked in, hands linked with a young girl with buzzed hair. "Hi," Anastasia said softly, bending down to her eye level. "What's your name," she asked, not even sparing a glance towards the old man standing next to her.

The little girl sniffled as she whispered, "Thirteen."

Anastasia's jaw clenched at the name. It was sickening. "Well, thirteen. What happened?"

"She got into a fight with her siblings," Brenner interrupted, gaining her attention. Her brows furrowed as she looked down at the large bruise on her arm. "What kind of fight was it? The kid looks no older than 6."

He didn't reply. Instead, his hardened gaze just glared down at her; the look demonstrated that she shouldn't argue. Anastasia carefully grabbed the young girls arm to analyze the bruise. As she was looking it over, a tattooed number on her wrist caught her eyes.