Sytoria

Chapter 17: Turners

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SPECIAL NURSE'S POV

As I was heading to another one of my patients, I thought I smelled a very strong smell of blood.

It was from the bin.

As I approached the bin to check it out for myself, someone tapped my right shoulder, a little aggressively.

I turned around and saw a figure shorter and chubbier than me.

"Hey! I t-think my grandma is having a p-problem!"

"Be right there!" I said as I turn my attention to him.

I headed towards where his grandmother was.

As soon as I opened the door,

"I'll go to the bathroom for a little while now!" He says as he nervously goes out of the room.

"Alright ma'am, what's the problem?"

"Nothing. What do you mean?"

"What? Your grandson said you had one. I guess I misunderstood. My apologies!"

She nodded a little confusingly and I quickly walked out.

As soon as I closed the door,

I saw the grandson doing something at the bin. I couldn't make out what he was doing, but he was picking up some sort of surgical instrument from the bin. It look like a broken pair of scissors.

As I walked a bit, I noticed it has blood on it! But the blood looked like it has been there for a long time, as it solidified slightly.

But this isn't sanitary at all. Surgical instruments must be cleaned thoroughly if it needs to be thrown away.

And why is there even blood on a broken pair of scissors anyway?

Did he stab someone or something?

Oh! The guy patient! He must've been hurt from the scissors!

Suddenly, he looked over at me.

He sprinted at me and hit me with the scissors. I'm really thankful he didn't stab me though.

But the next thing I knew, I was woken up by a shake from my shoulder. I was trapped in a bathroom stall with him, holding the bloody scissors.

I know I'm supposed to be scared, but this is just purely annoying. If you try to stab someone, atleast cover up the evidence!

"Hey! I know you saw that!" He whispered to me.

"Saw what?" I tried to act oblivious to what I really saw just now.

"Don't try to act dumb!"

I shrugged my shoulders, and acted innocent.

"I said do not act dumb!"

Suddenly, he pulled out a white cloth and tried to suffocate me. 

Honestly, the suffocating was one of the most non-energetic type of attack from him, ever. I literally can breath under that thin piece of tissue-looking cloth.

Luckily, I took fighting classes as a hobby when I was like 7.

I know how to handle situations like this.

Instantly, I stood up and kicked him in the shin. He fell down and groaned in pain. Then, I quickly hit his head on the wall and exited the stall as he slowly gets up.

"Get back here, you bitch!" He yelled, and accidentally caught everybody's attention.

I ran for my life. I didn't care what was going on as I ran. I've experienced this way too many times and I remember it all too well.