Lyra Blackwood is a 24 year old psych nurse who has encountered many insane and dangerous situations in her line of work, but nothing has been as unpredictable as Brexton McGomery, a potential serial killer. What will happen when they're forced to s...
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***Trigger Warning***
His question makes my entire body go numb from anxiety. "Mr. McGomery, I can't...."
Some unreadable emotion comes across his face. "Oh. You do."
"I didn't say that." I struggle to find the right words. I haven't even thought about if I believe he's guilty or not. I don't want him to be, but I don't know him. I don't think I can legally even have this conversation.
The fact that there are other people in the room left my mind until they scuffed. "Didn't you see how he got caught?" The one guard asks me.
"It's all over the news." The other joins in. I hadn't seen anything, I wish I had time to watch TV but lately I just haven't.
"He didn't ask you." I hate how they are treating him but I am definitely going to check out what the news has been saying after I leave.
Brexton doesn't look fazed at all by their comments. His eyes, like usual, are on me. "Why aren't you afraid of me? Hearing what you've heard, you probably should be. What is this, some kind a tactic?"
I had no good answer for his question. "Stop it. I promise you not everyone is out to get you. My job is not to judge your character, it's to take care of you and it's a job I take very seriously. So let me do that, okay?"
My patient studies my face, taking my words in. After many moments he gives in. "Okay. "
"Good." I walk over to him and reach my hands out, indicating for him to give me his wrist. "Let me see how your wrists are healing."
He's less hesitant to let me touch him this time.
When he says nothing, I speak up. "Aren't you supposed to be back in your restraints?"
He smirks. "Lucy said you made a note in my chart to remind her to take them off for a couple minutes every hour or two. They couldn't get them back on me."
I click my tongue in disapproval as I grab some moisturizer out of his dresser where I left it. "Well, I'm not going to lie to you, they're going to be a lot less willing to do that after you've threatened to shoot an officer in his most sensitive area."
"Yeah, no kidding." An officer chimes in without an invitation.
Brexton and I have an unspoken agreement to ignore the pests in the room. He keeps his words directed at me. "How was your day Lyra?"
I take extra time applying the moisturizer, appreciating all his tattoos. "It was okay. You?" Talking about your personal life with patients is asking for trouble. I always keep what I talk about with my patients about my patients. I'm here to take care of them, not the other way around.
He very gently touches my ponytail then motions to my face. "I don't think you got dressed up to see me." He's observant, I'll give him that.
