The world is rotten, I lost faith in humanity ages ago. People think that they are superior to others, they only know how to judge and point the finger. The truth is that no one is happy enough, that's why they act like this.
Watching my family die one by one was dreadful. I wanted to erase every wrong cell of my body. It felt so bad to be alive at that moment. The thing is, I was a doctor before I got a job as a pathologist. I was supposed to help them, right? Well, I didn't. Day's before the virus was officially something to worry about, I worked day and night to find the cure. That's when I started to shove everyone away. Even my girlfriend. It's something I truly regret until this day. Once I thought I had the cure, I gave it to one of my patients. They got better. I gave it to my family, they got better, right? No, my family died because of me.
If I relaxed my body now, I'd fall apart. I've always lived like this, and it's the only way I know how to go on living. If I relaxed for a second, I'd never find my way back. I'd go to pieces, and the pieces would be blown away.
Something I'm perplexed about is how my patient is still alive. Healthy, alive and breathing. He honestly is exclusive. That day I saw him, I just wanted to grab him by the shoulders and scream in his face. He's lucky I didn't skin him alive at that very moment. If it wasn't for Oliver being around. You would've been dead by now. But, I guess I'll let you live for the sake of it. You're his brother after all. I wouldn't wanna see Oliver broken.
What am I thinking? What are these obscene thoughts? I shouldn't wish death upon someone. I shouldn't do it with my bare hands either. Oliver has chosen the wrong person to be with at this time. Sometimes I'm unsure if I should just send him off. But he looks to be about only 11, maybe 12, years old. He's too young to be out there on his own. He's lucky I even found him there. If I didn't see his cut, I would've left. It seems to be healing just fine. He hasn't complained about anything hurting. If I ever send him out, I hope the wound doesn't open up to god knows what he's doing.
I bent backwards to look at him through the doorway to make sure no one was there other than him.
He was laying on the floor with a box of crayons beside him, scribbling on a piece of paper.
After checking, I returned to my task: Figuring out how this virus happened.
I carefully operated on a body for about an hour before Oliver began to speak.
"Ughh, I'm so bored." He groaned.
"I'm sorry to hear." I replied.
"Are you sure this was all you could find?" He held up the box of crayons.
"Mhm. Now stop talking."
"I might know something that you will be interested in."
"And what's that?"
"I've been to jail before."
"Oh yeah?" I cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Yeah... Once, in Monopoly."
I sighed heavily.
"That doesn't really intrigue me."
"Can you stop with these fancy words? I can't tell what you're saying half the time."
"Of course you wouldn't know." I mumbled under my breath.
"That's one way of calling me stupid." He crossed his arms.
"Hey, Oliver? May I ask you something?" I set the scalpel on the side table and took off my gloves, tossing them in the small trash can.
"I mean, sure. There's nothing else to do."
