Chapter Three: Murder and Castration (not in that order)

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Haileigh shot Michelle a death glare, mentally projecting, “If you don’t get me out of here, I will personally SHOOT YOU!”

Michelle read Haileigh’s look, sighed disappointedly, and walked toward the bed.

“Mr., I ask you to release the nurse.” Michelle used her nurse voice (which by the way, way better than her own).

The Sexy Pervert raised his head off of Haileigh’s lips.

Finally, I can breath. She thought relieved.

“Nope.” he replied, as if kissing a nurse that you’ve never had any association with before was a perfectly normal activity.

Which, by the way, after he said the word he continued doing.

Haileigh was seething now.

Then, adrenaline kicked in-mad adrenaline but still-and she wiggled her leg around until it was nestled against his crotch then she thrust it upward with all her might.

He groaned loudly in pain, and released her.

With her head held high and a sliver of her dignity still intact, she crawled out from under him and walked out the door not once looking back.

*The Next Morning*

“She works hard for the money

So hard for it honey

She works hard for the money

So you better treat her right…

She works…”

Darn it! Haileigh groaned, not wanting to hear from Boss Man (her supervisor, Rick) right now.

It’s her off day DARN IT!

She picked up her phone with a “Yes, sir?”

“I need you down here, now.”

“Why?” It better not be something stupid like Alexa was “sick” again.

Maybe if she would cut back on the partying and drinking, she wouldn’t be so “sick” all the freaking time.

“218 won’t eat. He says he will only have food brought in by and I quote, ‘The short feisty little cutie who has a nice ass.’”

“So I have to come on my off day just so he will eat?” Haileigh was going to MURDER him.

Not before she castrates the jerk first.

“Yep. We can’t force him to eat, but he won’t eat at all and he said he’d report the hospital if we didn’t get you down here.”

“Fine. I’ll be right there.”

With a gun and a scalpel…

 

 

 

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