Savage Days for the Gentle

Chapter 5: In the Clinic

What the hell is going on? Wait, is it the nurse? How come this person is slumping as he got amputated? Ugh, turn the lights on, and let the answer bite me. Gasped, it's the creepy guy who sits in front of me! How did he end up with a black eye? I asked, "What has happened?" Bruh, he just stood there like a statue.

I turned over to Ms. Sweeny who awoke from her sleep. "Are you feeling better?" I anxiously asked. She nodded and looked over at the creepy guy, who was still standing in his position. Then, I heard running footsteps to see Naomi and Rainee. We both had our mouths shaped like an O. They called my name so loud that it could be heard in the whole building.

After 1 hour and 30 minutes, we finally settled down. Ms. Sweeny was still groggy, and I had to cater to the creepy guy for his bruises, while both of my roommates were glaring at him. Judging by his injury, I think Naomi boxed his face with one mighty strike. Disheveled hair was maybe from Rainee who can not physically defeat a man. "You better watch out who you mess with next time!" Rainee threatened him. I wonder why he was caked up with wounds. Well, I can say he can do any perverted stuff.

"For your information, he needs to be escorted to the asylum." Naomi sarcastically declared. What does she mean? Did this creepy guy walk into our room since all my roommates followed him? You wench! I need a profound explanation. I angrily shove the cotton on his cheeks to let him do his care. "Hey, what do you think you're doing in my room?" I proudly asked to scare him. He replied, "It's not what you think! I only delivered some pads for you all."

Tell me, is this guy telling the truth? I still don't trust him at all. "What can you describe a guy who randomly gives out pads to us just because we're the issue?" Rainee interrupted me as I was about to say something. Yes, but her question relates to my curiosity. "Look, my parents have this femininity business that produces red essentials for women." He explained.

Oh, men, this guy is now skipping to another topic to find some excuses. "That's true girls." I heard Ms. Sweeny's voice, and she rose from the bed. "I was very glad to meet Jake's parents when they told me their business." She defended the creepy guy. Wait, his name is Jake? I mean, Jake Walters?! Oh my gosh! Then I know his business too...I think it was labeled as Walters for Women. 

Photo from Robert Walters Ireland

"The way you distribute your products is embarrassing for girls since they have been shied away, " Ms. Sweeny advised Jake. "That's why women were avoiding me for some reason. I thought my face looked ugly when marketing my products." He wondered. "Isn't it obvious, tch?" Naomi rudely spouts, and Rainee nudged her to stop. At least, Ms. Sweeny said the truth that he has been doing the wrong selling strategy of their products.

"Sorry for all of the inconvenience!" Jake immediately bowed 45 degrees. I stared at Ms. Sweeny, then at Rainee, and lastly at Naomi. "So, what was your cause to go around and promote your products?" I asked him to give us a clear idea of his intention. He did not say a word, which I urged him to speak out.

I couldn't hear what he said under his breath, but I saw how he trembled his knuckles. *Slam* I jumped my shoulders off when Rainee slapped the top of the table, waiting for an answer as soon as possible. "Shouldn't you girls feel gratified with a guy like me?" He rhetorically asked. I did not expect a sarcastic response from a guy who can't understand a single pint of ladies' thing. This guy needs a sister to teach him manners. There was a moment of silence in the room after the dialogue.

"You should be thankful that I'm not like other boys who disgusts you for the thing," Jake continued. Actually, he's right but it seems he is trying to let something out of his chest. "What are you alluding to, Jake? Don't beat around the bush and spit it out!" Rainee impatiently exclaimed. Yes, Jake, please tell us what your calling is, otherwise I'm shoving this cotton ball to your mouth until it's stuffed.

"I....am just doing my job as a businessman's son," he stuttered. I exhaled disappointingly because he did not directly say his reason. "Say it! What's that job?" I shouted at his face. I know he is promoting girls' essential kits to students, but why so? Aside from taking the role as a marketer of his family business, what else must be the solid ground? "He wants to normalize the girl's thing." Ms. Sweeny spoke as she carefully stood up from the bed. Jake merely nodded to assure Ms. Sweeny. The rest of us, including me, were shocked and embarrassed. Even if I have not experienced it, I still empathize with the other ladies out there because of the suffering they had to go through.

"He intentionally showed to people a napkin and tampons so that girls feel comfortable being themselves, which Jake shared to me through a letter." She continued. By the way, what is a tampon now? What is the difference between a pad and a tampon? My deepest meditation got cut when Rainee asked, "But, you are a guy and that's why girls find you creepy and perverted." Rainee explained. "I know, that's why I asked Reese to help me," he stopped to look at me. I gave an uneasy look back at him and to everybody else, pointing my finger at my face. Did he mean to talk about the incident just for his products? "Is that why you started with the blood incident?" I asked. Ugh, I had the wrong idea this whole time, and I regret pushing him away.

"Yes, but you didn't want to listen to me." He continued with a bloated facial expression. I feel sorry now, and my roommates came up to him for comfort. I looked over to Ms. Sweeny, returned to bed and soundly slept. Oh gosh, please send me away from here! I can not glance at Jake for another time for my foolishness. This day has sucked the soul of a body of weariness. Then, I felt a hand patting my back. Naomi insisted to be nearer to Jake, I tried to reject but my heart burst to hug him. It was the tightest hug I gave to someone my whole life., and then...I blacked out.

I opened my eyes comfortably rising up from the bed. I'm still in the clinic but only with my roommates and Jake who were on a couch and the bedside respectively. Then, I heard Naomi grunting like in pain. Is she okay? Don't tell me she got infected by Ms. Sweeny! No, this can't be happening! I don't want to skip my classes again, sigh. Whatever, I should not assume anymore. "Help.." Naomi croaked as she clawed her stomach. Now, this is serious- I need to put aside my academics for later. Jake and I did not ask for more questions and used all our strength to carry Naomi by the armpits.

The nurse was not there yet, how come?! I have to wake up Rainee to help us. I jerked her off like a lunatic until she was back to reality. Disheveled and bewildered, she groaned, "What is going on?" No time to answer, I just grabbed her arm as we departed from the clinic. We did not talk with each other on the way back to our dorm. I did not want to accommodate another person in the clinic since I will violate the authority of a nurse. Yet, she ain't there when a patient is in her lair.

"STOP!" Jake halted us as a pool of blood splattered in the entrance of the dormitory. "What if we slip?" Rainee panicked. Then, try not to step on the blood carelessly. I said my thoughts, in which we followed. We made sure Naomi's feet would not touch the blood trails. Following the 3,4 rhythm, our trod synchronized well to the doorway. Now I remember, this bully of mine warned me of something for today. She definitely did this to make another fake scoop of my "blood." What does she want? Why me of all freshmen here in school?

Jake quickly turned the knob of the door to leave him lifting a sleeping Naomi to the couch. Rainee followed to look for the compress and some painkillers I bought. I went back outside to investigate the blood spill. That's too heavy for a person to eject an amount. These were thicker than the first encounter. However, my real question is: why would they try to use red days as a weapon against a pure woman? Why not knives? Letters? Or even a phone? Do they know I don't have it?

"GET OUT OF HERE!"