Candy | MouthWashing Game Curly X OC

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I gave my boss a funny look when reading the forms. We were getting a new patient that day and I had been looking over the incident report and why they were being placed in our facility which usually cared for anyone with wounds so extensive they need assistance getting back on their feet mentally or physically or both.

"Are you sure this is for us?" I asked, flipping over the first page. I read the patient's details a second time. My boss gave an annoyed sigh and rubbed her face.

"Beatrice, I don't see why you have to question me all because-"

"Because this is kind of huge, this man was just rescued like a week ago and it seems like a really intense case. Usually, they refer these cases to Alpha Care," I furrowed my brows. Alpha Care took on cases that were involved with police or investigations. Dealing with criminals, mostly speaking. Delta Care, our facility, did not handle any patients that had a possibility of being involved in crimes. But the fact this was the case that day, it had taken me by surprise and for good reason.

"I understand," She hummed, "but you should be at least a little interested in this." I glanced at her before reading the report for a fourth time.

Name: Grant Curly

Wounds: Severe burns to 95% of body. Amputation of left arm and left leg (right side blown off). Left eye damaged. Lips damaged.

Care given: Intravenous (IV) fluids. Skin Grafting (lips and right eye). Oral antibiotics.

The picture attached had to of been before they got him into the hospital because the look was truly horrifying.

"And they removed his left eye, so while his new skin graft surgery is healing you need to keep the area covered well," my boss instructed as she handed me another folder of his medicine needs and routine. I took the folder and tuck it under my arm. She smiled and patted my shoulder before walking into her office.

My boss is actually my mom. She's been running this facility for years and was very happy to be able to be a part of helping people recovery. I only started working with her, or for her, a few years ago. Burn victims had come and gone but I was more worried about what he was accused for. Murder, assault, and theft. But until he recovered from these burns then the police couldn't question him. I checked the time, knowing the patient would arrive in about an hour, and started heading upstairs to our rooms we have. Tina passed by me.

"Hey, Bea, did you hear about our new patient?" She said, holding towels in her arms. I nodded. Tina had worked there for a few months and did great working with our senior patients.

"Seems pretty exciting, yeah?" I shrugged. She laughs and shakes her head.

"Not in a good way but, yeah! Pretty much," Tina rubs her hand over the white towels, "hopefully we can nurse him back to health without the cameras being in our faces; we already have tons of news reporters outside waiting." I rolled my eyes and agreed with her. I didn't realize we had an audience waiting out front.
We parted ways and I walked to the room furthest from the others. We only had about twelve patients currently, making Curly our thirteenth. I opened the door and started getting the bedding ready as well as the drawers. He probably didn't have any clothes at the ready and with his wounds he would need to wear specific kind until he healed enough.

After about an hour, his room and bathroom were all set up. He had everything he needed and this specific meds would be provided to us once he arrived.
"Ma'am."
I turned around to see someone wearing scrubs and holding a clipboard. He walked towards me and handed it out, "We'll be handing him off to you, his medications were dropped off at the front desk, and we expect contact as soon as he's stable enough to talk to authorities."

I nodded and wrote down my name before raising an eyebrow, "and it might take eight weeks or more, you're aware?" As much as I dislike it, being blunt sometimes helps the best when it comes to these things. They assume we don't know how to do our jobs. The man gave me an annoyed look before taking the paperwork back from me and the pen, shoving it into his breast pocket.
"I'm quite aware," and with that, he walked away. The dinging of the elevator opening made me straighten my back, knowing the patient was about to be dropped off. In front of me, the wheelchair appeared with a nurse pushing it. In the wheelchair was a man.

He wore a yellow gown, his face wrapped in bandages and stopped above where his nose should be. I noticed his arms and legs were also bound tightly with fresh wrap. His head was slightly tilted downwards.

"This is Curly, and I assume you have his schedule figured out?" The nurse asked, wheeling him in the room fully. Curly made no attempt to move. I noticed his healing process on his lips were extremely scarred. His eyes were covered but I knew one had been in the healing process. I nodded.

"We also go over the schedule with the patient to ensure they're happy with-" I didn't even finish my sentence before the nurse objected.

"Oh, he barely communicates so good luck with that," She huffed. The nurse unhooked a bag that was on the back of his chair and dropped it down by the freshly made bed and then some paperwork on the table. She turned and left. I was quiet for a moment to take in this information. Curly hadn't even moved during all of this except for his breathing. I walked over behind his chair and pushed him near the window.

"So, I'm Beatrice. Some people call me Bea," I started introducing myself, "I know you can't talk properly yet and you probably shouldn't until you've healed. But I hope we can communicate in other ways." He didn't respond. I noticed he slightly raised his head when by the window, as if reacting to the heat shining in from the sun. I smiled softly and walked over to the whiteboard on the wall. It had all the weekdays listed and they were blank underneath so I could fill them in. "We can start on your schedule!" I said, trying to be slightly more enthusiastic. It was hard knowing he could possibly be a terrible human. No response. I turned and hovered my hand over Sunday with the black marker. "How about we take a stroll around the garden after breakfast?" I asked.

The nurse was right, Curly didn't make any attempt to nod or shake his head. I bit my bottom lip and just filled out that day including meals and medication. "Until you want to change something, I'll make a nice schedule for you that isn't too much," I added and finished writing it down. The only noise in the room was the squeaking of the marker. Most patients did make some conversation, or at least communicate what they wanted to do activity wise. We had a few that had intense trauma and were hesitant about opening up, so this wasn't exactly out of the ordinary except how he was involved in the most insane case ever. I swallowed hard. The ship left for a shipment and although the company did not provide everything they needed, the deaths of four people being there was hard to excuse.

I didn't know the whole story as they wouldn't release all the details, so all I could do was theorize.