Dirty Patient

four | the friendship hand

Theresa Jones tilts her head to her right a little bit, assessing me with her dark hooded eyes. I stand frozen in my spot, not daring to move. Even though I have been informed that she is apparently in her good mood today, you can never know a schizophrenic patient's next move.

"You are not a doctor," she repeats again in her light husky voice. "Not a nurse either." Her eyes check me out from my head to toes one more time. "Who are you?" there's a slight furrow in between her brows. And God that voice of hers. It's every man's wet fucking dream. I want to capture it and lock it somewhere safe and secret, so that no one hears it. No one except me.

"Do you talk?" That voice speaks again, snapping me out of my trance. I dig my nails into my palm.

Shit.

What the fuck was I thinking? Fantasising about an innocent patient?

I clear my throat and give her a polite smile. "Hello Theresa." She definitely doesn't look like a Theresa. "I am Nye Mitchell." I take a couple of steps forward and hesitantly hold out my hand.

Theresa keeps her eyes on my outstretched hand and stares at it, making me a tad bit uncomfortable. Just when I am about to drop my hand, she stands up from the bed.

I don't move the slightest as her slim figure moves towards me. My hand is still outstretched in front of me, while the other one is gripping the emergency remote tightly. Panic grips me like an iron vise but I try to swallow it down.

She stops moving and stands just a couple of feet away, her arms by her side. Now, with her up this close to me, I can make out our height differences. She is definitely not a short chick but I still tower over her by a few inches. Her white dress falls just below her knees, showing off her fair legs and complementing her bubblegum pink hair. And fuck if that colour isn't perfect for her soft angelic face. I bet no other person can pull it better than her.

I keep my eyes trained on her face, though. The last thing I want to become is one of those perverts who gets a hard on for the mentally unstable people. Up this close, I can make out the small and faint horizontal scar right above her eyebrows. It looks like.... someone attacked her with a knife.

But before I can think much, she lifts her right hand and grabbed my outstretched one. Goosebumps skitters on my skin at her soft and warm touch. An image of her kneeling in front of me and pumping my cock with her hands pops in my head and I bite the insides of my cheek to stifle the groan that's threatening to come out. Fucking hell what the fuck is wrong with me?

"Hello, Nye. I am Theresa," she says softly.

Oh. So that's why she came this close to me.

I mentally whack myself. Of course I have to think of the worst in every fucking situation.

We both untangle our hands from each other at the same time and I already miss her soft touch.

"Why are you here, Nye?" She asks, her tone void of any emotion.

My smile remains intact on my lips. "I'm...," I trail off. What should I say? That I am here to observe her for the next six months for a stupid fucking assignment?

Yeah absolutely not.

But I can't exactly lie to her. It doesn't matter whether I have known the person for a couple of minutes or several years, lying to someone is equivalent to hurting them and I am beyond that.

"I am someone who's going to spend time with you for the next six months. This is ahh some sort of an assignment from my college."

When she realises what I meant, her eyebrows shoot up her hairline. "Oh." That's all she says.

She looks down at her bare feet and clasps her hand in front of her. Some of her pink hair falls in front of her, making her half hidden from me. I get the sudden urge to move them away, but I fist my hands instead.

"I - umm," she stammers as she tugs a few strands of her hair behind her ear, still not looking at me. "I never had a visitor before. And certainly not someone like ummm you." She lifts her eyes and stares right into mine. "I don't know how to this...... college assignment of yours."

I let out a short breath and lightly chuckle. Somehow, this seems to make her tightened shoulders relax.

"Don't worry, Theresa. Even I'm new at this." I gesture her towards her small bed with my hand. "How about you make yourself comfortable on your bed while I....," I look around the room and thankfully find a chair near the door. I point at it with my index finger and say, "While I sit there? We'll not do much today. Just play twenty questions to get to know each, yeah?"

"Okay," she mutters softly and goes back to sit on her bed, her feet dangling of the edge while I make try to make myself comfortable on the plastic chair.

Once I am seated comfortably, I smile at Theresa, who was looking at the entire time. A faint hue of pink appears on the apple of her cheeks and she gives me a shy smile.

"So.... How about we play twenty questions? In that way, you can get to know about me as well and this thing won't feel one sided,"  I suggest, my eyes fixated on her, waiting for her to say something.

She seems to think about something. "Will it be okay with you?"

My lips quirk up in the corners. "Sweetheart," I drawl out. "It's you who's going to be observed. Which means, I should be the one to ask you this question."

The pink hue of her cheeks gets a shade darker. "Oh." She rubs her nose, and looks at me in the eyes. "Okay. Umm shall we start then?"

I lean back against my chair and put an arm on my jeans cladded thigh.

"So Theresa, my first question for you is....."

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Okay wow for some reason this chapter was helluva hard to write but we love challenges in this house don't we? ;)

Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter, I definitely did while writing it. And yes I know you have shit ton of questions brewing inside your head but all will be revealed in time. Winky promise!!!

Hopefully next chapter will be up next week, especially now that I am in the mood (writer's block sucks).

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