The Killer with A Blade

Chapter 13- Doctor Switz

At this point, I'm hoping to receive a million dollars in my bank account tonight.
I finish attending my patient when I hear Mr. Kills coming in and screaming my name. I run towards him and see my favorite patient in his arms... Regina Blade.
She's a crazy one. I've been her doctor since she was 3 years old. I've seen how she slowly drowns into death and feel such sorrow everytime I see her. How could a human be that destructive?
"Doctor Switz!" Said Cassian. "Room 31. Quick!" I see the blood dropping down both her hands and knees. Could she have hurt herself again?

Cassian places Regina on the bed and the nurses helps me set up the machines.
"What happened?"
"I don't know. I wasn't there." I see the pain in his eyes. It must hurt to see his loved one suffer this much.
I put my hand on his shoulder and try to consuel him. "Hey, don't be sad about this."

Before I continue. Let me explain something.
I have known the Blade and Kills since I started my career and have worked for them ever since. Every wound these 2 have: I have healed. I've seen them grow up to what they are now. When they were both younger, I knew from the start he loved her, I knew she hated him. It was very hard to see them destroy themselves with all the mafia problems- yes I am aware of that and much more.

"Mr. Kills, would you please come to my office?"

I've known these 2 dipshits since I worked for the Blades and Kills for years- 30 to be exact. Both crazier than the last pair of shits. Both sexier than the generation from before.

Her hating him more than death, and him loving her more than life. They both were born to hate and love each other. She's the creation of the Devil, and he's the creation of God. She's red, and he's white. They both defy the laws of life. They both are a balance of good and bad. They both were meant for each other. Even after death and life.

As I walked with him to my office, I could tell he wasn't so thrilled to hear the news and I wasn't so thrilled to break the news. I lead him in and signaled him to sit as I sat on my chair.

"Regina will need to go to surgery. I think it's best to perform a partial patellectomy. Her injury is bad, and with her condition, we might have complications with this surgery." It breaks my heart to say this, but I can't lie to the Kill's or Blade's. I can't lie about the fact that her mortality rate is a little too high.

I stay silent as I look down, but find the urge to look up- and so I do.
I regret it.

He looks shattered. Like everything here is his fault. I can't find the words to consuel him. His tears fall from his ocean blue eyes, it's like the ocean has escaped from his eyes.
"I- it's my fault. I should've taken better care of her. I shouldn't have put someone else to do my job! I should've been there" He speaks with sincerity as his fists go white as snow.

Rage.

It's all around him. I see the disappointment in him. Poor boy, he shouldn't blame himself for Regina's bad habits. He shouldn't blame himself for her mistakes.

I find my voice and speak loud enough for the whole clinic to hear.

"Listen, Mr. Kills! I know you must feel very bad and disappointed on yourself, but this is not your fault."

I say standing up. He looks up at me with an angry expression- maybe I crossed the line.

"Regina is old enough to acknowledge the good and bad, but she wasn't in her right mind in the doings. You shouldn't blame yourself for something that has already happened. "

crab. I definitely crossed the line and way too far in speaking that way.
"Sorry if I crossed the line here, but I hate to see you blame yourself for something that you can't change. I hate seeing you both suffer instead of infecting each other with love and finally have the bueatiful Life that you both deserve." I sit back down and exhale a little loud.

"Fucking hell, Mr. Kills. Just fuck her brains out and have the life you wish with her." He chuckles. HE CHUCKLES? And then laughs, and laughs harder. He's laughing like its his first time in awhile since he's had a good laugh.

"Thank you, Doc. I appreciate so much your counsel, but as much as I wish to 'fuck her brains out' I can't. I can't do that when she hates my whole exist-"

"She loves you more than death, Mr. Kills. I swear on my mom that she loves you more than her biggest desire: death." I said, looking ahead as I cross my arms.
"She's loved you since the moment she laid eyes on you, but shes too focused on removing every feeling she's every felt to destroy you."

Mr. Kills stares at me for a long minute. He's speechless. He never is.

That's a shocker

The silence in here is screaming.

He chuckles and stares down with a wide smile splashed on his face.

"How-"
"All im going to say is this:" I stand up and walk toward the secret drawer with my tequila and grab it with 2 cups. I pour out for the both of us and say... "You're the killer with a Blade. Make sure to secure the blade before losing it, Mr. Kills."