Wicked Souls

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I kept crying, I tried to get up. I heard footsteps coming to see the situation which was workers.

He also noticed that the footsteps were getting louder and from the looks of things, workers were making their way over to assist with the situation. He figured that they were coming here to help with the situation and help the security get me into my room. He was planning on stepping in as well, but I was trying to resist the security despite their attempts to forcefully sedate me. This was getting out of hand rather fast and he figured that he had to move quickly before things spiralled out of control even further.

"Please stop," I begged while crying.

Hearing me begging and crying was quite devastating to him, he knew that I wasn't in a good state of mind. So now he had to step in quickly, he had to do it right now before things had the chance to get even worse. So as the security was about to inject the sedative into me, he moved quickly and placed himself between me and the security, protecting me from the injection that was about to be administered to me.

He prevented the injection from reaching me as he stood between me and the security member who was about to inject it into me. He looked to me and the member as he spoke up in a firm and demanding manner.

"Step aside..."

The security member seemed taken aback by Harrow's sudden intervention, but he quickly recovered and took a step back. However, he was still rather surprised by how quickly Harrow had moved to prevent the injection from being administered to me. So the security stepped back and made way for Harrow. So now he was standing in between me and the security and he looked over to me again.

"I'll take over from here..." He said as he turned around and looked at the security. He spoke politely and calmly, but there was a certain firmness to his voice, it's clear that he didn't appreciate the security trying to forcefully administer the sedative.

The security member took note of the firmness in Harrow's voice and he knew better than to try and argue with the psychiatrist here. So he nodded his head slowly and he took a few more steps back, allowing Harrow to take over the situation and handle this.

"Thank you..." He looked back at me and he noticed how I was still crying and I had this pleading look in my eyes. The wounds on my feet looked like they were rather painful and some of them were even slowly bleeding, the other patients were all gathered here in front of me watching the whole event as a rather large show started to unfold.

He couldn't help but feel saddened when he saw just how much this entire situation was affecting me. He had been so focused on the staff and security, that he hadn't fully realized just how much it had managed to affect me. He looked down at the wounds on my feet that looked rather painful, and there was even blood dripping down my feet, which was starting to get pretty messy on the floor. He sighed softly as he looked through his pockets for something.

Just from looking at the wounds, he knew that the bleeding was going to have to be stopped if it was going to heal properly, he noticed that the blood was pooling on the floor, so something needed to be done about that. After searching for a bit, he finally pulled a small first aid kit out of his pocket and opened it up. He looked between me and the wounds on my feet and he slowly put the small kit down on the ground, he began to take out a few cleaning supplies and a few bandages.

I sobbed quietly, I wanted to be comforted but I was scared to speak up since there was a crowd watching.

He saw that I still cried quietly, and he knew there was a slight fear of speaking up as well. Seeing this, he gently walked over to me and crouched down to my level. He spoke up again in a gentle and reassuring tone as he began to take a look at the wounds on my feet.

"Shh..." He said gently as he went to reach for the wounds on my feet, he didn't want to cause me any extra pain as he began to thoroughly assess the wounds and clean them.

He gently began cleaning up the wounds on my feet, making sure to examine and assess every cut on my feet. Once he was done assessing and cleaning them up, he began applying some bandages to my wounds. The wounds were deep enough to bleed at first and he was careful not to hurt me while applying the bandages. He also made sure to keep the area around my feet clean, he figured this would help with the healing process quite a bit.

He gently finished up by applying bandages to my wounds, he could see that I was still trembling and I had a look of fear on my face. He figured that I needed a hug, so he finally stood up and pulled me into a hug, holding me tightly, he spoke up in a gentle and comforting voice once he held me in the hug.

I snuggled into his body, sobbing quietly, and I grabbed onto him.

He sighed softly as he felt me snuggling into him and clinging to him. He could see that I still had tears running down my cheeks as my sobbing continued. He kept himself still as he embraced me tighter, he then placed a gentle and reassuring hand on the back of my hair. He spoke up again in a gentle voice, he was hoping that his tone would ease me as it certainly did for a lot of his other patients.

He kept his hand on the back of my hair, he figured that this was probably what I needed at the moment, a gentle hug to remind me that I wasn't alone. He kept me in his arms, holding me tightly as he spoke up once more.