Who am I? ((A Professor Layton Fanfic))

Chapter 12: Happy Smiles

I'd only been in a hospital on two different occasions, my parents death, and Constance's. I hate hospitals. They're so proper it's like they're trying to make you feel weak and worthless.

A cute little nurse was sitting in a chair beside me, just watching me. She noticed I was awake and greeted me.

"Hello! Your name is Clive Dove, right?" she said in an adorable American accent.

"Yes ma'am." I wasn't going to play around with the person who had control over my life, I was going to be honest with her. I need her to be as focused as ever on my well being.

"You don't remember what happened, do you?"

"No ma'am." she starred at me and sighed. She was clearly upset...

"Well, I don't know all the details, but you were stabbed by someone at Wallace and Rebecca's. They told me that you too were a ..." she looked for the right word, "a patient there. They rushed you out to London's medical center and stitched you up. However they left me here to wait for you to wake up because you're... You know... A prisoner..."

"Fair enough." I felt myself slowly smile, and not even an evil smile, I was actually happy.

She walked over and changed my IV and smiled. I moved to sit up but I felt my stomach rip and the searing pain was unbearable. I made a noise out if pain as I bit my lip and fell back into the bed.

"Don't move! Here!" the nurse, Amelia her name tag read, pointed to a button beside my finger. "Press this when you hurt, it send some medication into your bloodstream."

I pressed the button and within moments I felt grand relief. "Oh thank you very much Amelia but... Why?..." I stopped and I could see her waiting for me to finish. "How do you live with yourself knowing that you're saving my life. You are saving Clive Dove's life. You understand that right?" I starred into her bright green eyes, which looked sad.

"I have a job to do." She said firmly. "And that is to save lives. I don't know what you did Clive, I only moved to England recently, so I'm not judging you by what you did. Some of the other nurses didn't want to handle you, but I didn't know of you or your past. That's why I offered to take you. You're so young... And you deserve to live..." She trailed off.

She didn't know who I was or what I'd done.

She didn't know that I was a monster.