"I'll own you completely until you're one of ours."
It's been a week and that voice still keeps lingering in my mind. It still makes me shiver.
Now that I think about it, it's been a full week since I last saw them. Unfortunately, the seminar that I was supposed to attend a month later was moved earlier since there were some schedule changes.
We had to take a plane that evening, from Toronto to Montreal Canada, so we could arrive earlier to arrange things. There were five of us, two veterans and three newbies.
It's been hell ever since we arrived at the clinic in Montreal. We've been on war with them ever since I could remember. Their nasty attitude got worst when Trish took over as our head psychiatrist.
We were offered some shabby rooms to stay in but I quickly refused and called Trish.
"Yes? Got some problem over there, Mika?" Of course she knows.
"Yeah. We're heading over to your family's hotel. Cut me off some slacks and reserve rooms for us. I can't stand being here any longer." She just laughed at my obvious annoyance.
"Alright. Take care, see you after a week." I quickly ended the call. I glanced towards the hallway and saw someone glaring at me. Yeah, like I'd tolerate your behaviors.
I ushered the others and told them we're going to a hotel. "Oh thank you. I couldn't stand being here. Just look at the rooms, so shabby. Do they even use the funds they get every year?" Trey, one of the veterans, groaned in irritation.
"Let's go. Keep your heads up, we might encounter some fuckers along the way." I said while glaring back at the person standing in the hallway.
After that, we were greeted by Trish's brother. He led us to our rooms and freed us from paying since Trish already paid for us.
"Guess they're still being assholes, huh?" He asked to which Trey replied with annoyance. I left them to talk and arranged my things to the room I'm sharing with Trey. The other three are beside ours.
One week later and we're finally going back. Though doctor's in Montreal aren't really on good terms with ours, they still carried along and didn't let our personal war affect our seminar.
"Haaa....we're finally going back. I can't wait to eat ramen again." Trey groaned beside me once we landed in Toronto's airport. "Yeah, let's check our things so we can leave and get rest immediately." They just said yes and did so.
I can't wait to see my mates. It's been a week, I wonder who Trish assigned to look after them while I'm gone. Eli also has been quiet for a while now.
'Hey I'm back. Sorry for worrying you.' I froze in front of my door. 'El?' I had to check again, what if it was just my imagination because I was missing my wolf?
'Its me silly.' 'What the heck, where were you for the past week? Hey, answer me damn it.' How could he just disappear without a word then come back like nothing just happened?
'Sorry, M. I can't tell you anything. Just focus on the present for now. You'll see soon.' Then he blocked me out. He. BLOCKED. ME. OUT. Fine. If that's how he wants to play.
I got inside my room quickly and landed straight to bed. Let's sleep and look forward for tomorrow.
~•~
"Excuse me. I'd like to add on something for my patients." It is currently 6:30 in the morning. I woke up 45 minutes ago and decided to finish the meal plan for my mates so the cooks would quickly adjust to it.
I just submitted the plan for this week since I don't have any information on what their problem is. This meal plan focuses on their physical state. Though there is nothing wrong with them, it just seems like Kassie is on the malnourished category.
Working on their individual meal plan will take me at least two to three days so I just synced their meals with Kassie for now.
"Ok, thanks Dr. Gale. We'll call you once they're ready so you can deliver it to their room." Eh? "Um, sorry but all patients are supposed to eat in the cafeteria right? Why would I need to deliver my patients meal to them?" The chef turned to me with wide eyes.
"Oh sorry. I guess Ms. Trish forgot to inform you, your patients refused to leave their room since Monday last week. Ms. Trish asked us for a favor if we could deliver their meals to their room. We just left the guards to hand them over and collect the trays. Though, they've barely eaten anything." What?
The chef then turned to the cooks and handed them the paper. They started to work on it while I stared, unable to move.
What? They were fine before I left. What happened? I rushed to Trish's office and bursted through the door. What I saw would've made me stop and blush before apologizing but my mates comes first.
"What the hell, Trish? Why didn't you tell me my patients aren't eating well?!" She looked at me with wide eyes with her companion giving me the same look.
"Luca? Seriously?" There he was with Trish on his lap, riding him I guess. I grabbed the blanket near me and threw it directly at them.
"Why the fuck didn't you knock?!" Trish snarled, covering herself with the blanket. "Why the fuck would you even think of having sex in such an open area? We're at your office Trish. Anyways, what happened to my patients while I was away?" I wasn't angry, no, I was pissed, frustrated that she didn't update me of what my mates have been doing.
"I told her to not tell you anything about them, Mika." Luca replied in her place while zipping his pants. I glared at him and he just waved his hands. "Now that you're here, go to your mates and inform them of why you have to leave. They wouldn't listen to a word I say and went berserk." He then threw a box of condom towards me. The nerve.
"That skinny guy with brunette hair and grey blue something eyes, almost stabbed me with a pen. Luckily, the one with black hair stopped him but he did yell for me to get out." I looked at him with shock as he grinned. "Good luck." He then pushed me out of the room and slammed the door in front of my face. Fuck him.
I went back to the kitchen area and they already have the food ready. I took it and went to my mates ward. Now I'm getting kinda nervous.
The guards recognized me, they greeted 'good morning' then left their post saying they don't need to be there as I was free to deliver their food personally.
I just sighed and reached for the door. Once I was inside, I was shocked to see them already awake.
Fuck.
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Make Me Sane
RastgeleMika, a talented psychiatrist, as everyone would say. He helped people within his reach until they could get better and fortunately be released from the mental institution. But only two people knew his true identity, he was a werewolf. At the age of...