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

Chapter 13: Poor Thing

"Have you heard of the- wait a minute, how long has it been since I was stabbed?"

"Only a day, why?" She wondered why I had asked.

"Okay, then have you heard of the psychopathic teenager who tried to destroy London, 652 days ago because the Prime Minister killed his parents? Yeah that? Me." I pointed to myself. My smile started to fade a bit.

She just looked at me. I felt like shit. She looked so disappointed. She took a lot of time to form her response.

"That's where I heard your name... Clive Dove..." She was in complete shock. Amelia deserved to know who she was dealing with though. A psychopath.

"You poor thing..." She grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze. It felt weird... I wasn't sure if I liked it...

"Amelia... Why are you... What?" She called me a 'poor thing'?! She wasn't supposed to feel sorry for me!

"You were robbed of your innocence and your family. You were too young; you still are young. I mean, I'm only 24, but you're so, so young. I felt bad for even when the story first hit North America." No. No. That's not right.

"I'm crazy Amelia, you don't under-" I stopped mid-sentence. My stomach hurt, but I wasn't going to let her know that. I sat up and she looked at me with concern.

"Try not to move. If you're in pain just press your button again." She stood up and let go of my hand, like if she had remembered I was her patient not her son.

"No it's just- my stomach... Can I... Can I see it?" I looked down at myself in the girly hospital gown. I needed to see how bad it was.

"Well... I guess there's no harm in that, but I assume you'll want me to leave while you get undressed... However I'm not supposed to leave you alone, so how are we going to settle this?"

"Handcuff me to the bed or something, I really don't care." It's true, I don't care if she sees me or whatever.

Her eyes opened wide. "I'll be waiting outside the door. If I hear any loud noises I'm coming back in, okay? Also you only get three minutes." Her face started to turn a light shade of pink. How cute. I changed my mind; I was going to toy with her, but only a little.

As she was walking out the door, I said loud enough that she'd still hear me, "Unless of course you wanted to watch me change." I put emphasis on 'wanted'.

She stopped momentarily then continued and shut the door. I'd kill to see her face. Oh well.

I was a scrawny little kid, but I could always get what I want.

Always.

No matter what it was.

Because I was a SMART spoiled brat.