Scary, Spicy, and Sweet?

Watch Out for Tricks

"...Only doing this cause it's damn 80 an hour..... fucking.... Michael ass Myers, big funky ass self!....and that weird ass doctor..." Kamani muttered as she stomped through each steel double door, clocking into work, yet AGAIN.

Although she took the offer for extra money expeditiously, she was highly upset. Kamani was already running herself ragged with how often she'd worked. Surely the hospital was technically breaking some labor laws for allowing this. She should have had a few days off throughout those last few weeks. But, that overtime pay was nice. Being aggressive with payments significantly cut down on her student loan debt in the past 7 months.

Still fuming, she made her way towards the nurses station to acquire Haloperidol, a strong sedative medication. While typing in the code to access the medication, an idea popped into her head. Maybe if she administered the Haloperidol as fast as possible and increased the dosage, then she could go home sooner. Just stay for a few hours to get enough pay and clock out. Michael would be knocked out anyway and she'd just be sitting around. This was sounding like a good plan. Executing it though could be a problem.

The sedative deposits out of the machine and she reads its label. While doing some calculations at the station, a fellow colleague known as Davis Sellers, comes in. The man looked distraught. Once he saw Kamani, his shoulders visibly relaxed.

"Man, it's like I'm looking at an angel right now." He sighed out.

"An angel? What's gotten into you?" Kamani asked, amused.

"That nigga Michael...went crazy as hell. I was getting the medicine ready right? Why I turn around and he looking at me cock eyed??? And then that motherfucker jumped at me ooooo noooo. Man, I was fighting for my damn life in there. Had to yell for backup."

During his story telling Kamani had to look away and stifle her laughter. She hated how he told stories like this because it's not funny, but it's funny.

"Damn, well he better get some sense when I get in there. Cause he's gonna get knocked the fuck out soon!" Kamani replied, faking some confidence to uplift her work friend.

"Ay, good luck. If he tries something just yell. I got you." David told her as he came over to pat her back in solidarity.

"Oh I will. I'm 'bout to go get this over with right now." Kamani gathered the necessary materials and began to head out. She doubled back, squinting her eyes in suspicion. She had a feeling that she had forgotten something...the key! A golden, square shaped key sat beside her computer. Kamani grabbed it, needing it to access Michaels' room. Ready to get this ordeal over with, she speed walked towards his room.

She was excited, yet very apprehensive. There was unease hovering in the air as she approached his foreboding door. This man, with his sizable muscles and strict determination, was already riled up. David didn't inform her specifically of how they left him. What exactly she was walking into was unknown, but Kamani was ready to scream at any moment's notice. Standing in front of the door, she hoped that he wouldn't continue the bull shit.

Shakily, she used the square key to open the door. And the first thing she saw was Michael. Typical. Yet, he looked pitiful all wrapped up in a white straightjacket, mirroring the stereotypical 'crazy' characters. 'Never thought I would see the straightjacket used in real life,' Kamani thought, slightly amused.

The straightjacket looked as though it fought for its life as well, scuff marks of unknown origin littered its ragged form. Kamani noticed that there was a second straight jacket weirdly wrapped around his muscular legs. How they did that, Kamani didn't know. As long as he couldn't move, she was satisfied. Michael sat awkwardly on his bed, leaning against the white wall, observing her like usual.

Kamani didn't mutter a greeting as she turned to the nearest counter to lay her materials. She absentmindedly placed the room key near the edge of the counter, closest to the door as she began to open some tools. During her initial preparation, she felt eyes on her form. This made her unconsciously turn towards the source, looking dead set at her. It felt as though he was staring harder than usual. Weirdly enough, it looked like he was...happy? That interpretation was most likely very incorrect. But as Kamani approached, there was a gut feeling that she was right.

She needed to refocus. The initial dilemma of administering the sedative was the location. 'Which area would be low risk...?' The drug had to be administered in his veins, so it could act the fastest. Her two choices were between his arm or leg.

Kamani regarded his legs, which were twisted up in a complex fashion in the confining jacket. It would be a high risk to try to tackle that mess to get to one leg. There's a chance that both legs could get free. He could kick the fuck out of her and try to get out of the room. No bueno. So, the arm it was.

Kamani looked to the nearest arm, on his right side. It's still a risk, but a better option, since the straight jacket was easier to navigate. Time was of the essence and she had already spent ample time regarding the situation. Excited at the thought of relaxing at her station, Kamani grabbed his right arm and disassembled the jacket slightly. His biceps felt strong and smooth underneath. It was nice and a little distracting. A warm fuzzy feeling gathers in her abdomen. Pressing on, she ignored that odd feeling. Now's not the time to notice attractive things about a very dangerous patient.

Pulling the arm from the jacket, Kamani's surprised that it dropped limp onto the mattress. Maybe David gave him a quick sedative while wrestling him? Something to where he couldn't move fast? Pondering about that doesn't matter. Getting him fully knocked out was the end goal. Kamani moved to the sink to wash and sanitize her hands. She then manipulated the syringe to slowly uptake the medication. Placing the needle on top, she screwed it on and flicked the tube to rid of any air bubbles. During the preparation, she could still feel those heavy eyes watching her. Turning back, with the medicine ready, Kamani steeled herself. Sliding towards the calm killer, she lifted his limp arm.

If Kamani could rewind time, she would have taken the time to question David about all the details of their scuffle. Namely, if he was able to give a quick sedative to Michael before leaving the room. Because suddenly, he grabbed her hand, twisting it painfully. She yelped, trying to pull her hand away from his painful grip. As she pulled, he let go, causing the nurse to stumble and drop the medication. And guess where it landed? Onto the mattress. He grabbed it and used his thumb to bend the needle, crushing the syringe in his palm like it was nothing. The clear liquid sedative leaked from his fist.

Kamani stood awkwardly against the wall. This was terrifying. She wanted to scream, but this time her vocal chords stopped working. She mentally yelled at her legs to 'RUN!' but, they are like mush. While her chance to escape was escaping right in front of her, Michael tore off the rest of the jacket. Those jackets were thick and he ripped into it so easily. Now both his hands were free. The Shape took those long fingers and tore at the mess around his legs.

It seems like now her dumb legs want to run. She attempted to scramble towards the door, but Michael magically grabbed her. He threw her onto the bed as if she was a feather. Fuck. Now, he was at the door, free to do whatever he liked. And it seems that the first target is Kamani. Her teary eyes stared horrifically at his tall form. He tilted his head, his stoic facial expression slowly warped into a creepy smile.

Kamani said nothing. She stared at him, apprehensive of what he would do next. Maybe she could dart past him when he moved? As the thought came to her he moved first, twisting slightly to grab that key that sat on the counter. He calmly lifted it and placed it on top of the highest cabinet in the room. No. There was no way Kamani's short self could reach that. Michael stalked forward and in turn Kamani scrunched her eyes closed.

This was it.

Her last moments on this earth.