Doug's POV
I dried myself off with the towel as best as I could. My hair I could let air dry. I slipped on the clothes that the nurse gave me and set my towel on a towel rack.
The hospital gown left my damp chest a little exposed. I looked down at my bare arms that are covered in scars. I sighed and left the showers and see another nurse with dark red hair tied in a bun waiting.
"Ah, you're done I see. Come this way." She spoke. "Where are we going?" I asked. She glared down at me. "Just come this way, brat!" She sneered. I watched her closely from behind an she walked out of the room.
"Who pissed in her Cheerios..?" I mumbled to myself before following after. I was slowly following her. She turned her head slightly and grabbed my arm, yanking me to her side.
"You know, you don't need to drag me! I'll follow y-" I was cut off by her squeezing my arm as her nails dug into my skin. "Excuse me, I'm your superior! You don't back talk your superiors!"
The nurse barked. ~I thought nurses were supposed to be friendly...~ I thought to myself as she dragged me along to heaven knows.
People stared at us as we passed by, seemingly paying no attention to how aggressive this nurse was being. Though, I've been treated worse. We stopped at a door and she knocked.
"Come on in." Said a young male. The nurse opened the door and dragged me inside. Behind a desk sat a young looking man who looked to be in his late 20's. He had black hair with devil locks.
His face was narrow with deep blue eyes that were behind glasses and had a slender tone. "I've brought Doug Irons, sir." Said the nurse. The doctor looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Thank you, Nurse Welsh, I'll take it from here." He said, waving her off. Welsh let me go and left the room. The doctor smiled at me and motioned to the seat in front of his desk.
"Have a seat, Doug." He said. I said nothing and sat down. I stared at the floor. "I'm sorry about her. Nurse Welsh isn't the friendliest person." He said. "You don't say?" I said, looking at him sternly.
He cleared his throat. "Anyways, my name is Dr. Zander. I am the manager of this hospital and I will help you with any problems you have, or I'll just sit here and listen to whatever you need to tell me.
Anything said in this room, stays in this room. Unless you tell me something that could cause harm to others or yourself." Zander explained.
He had a smooth, reassuring voice. I looked around the room to see if I couldn't spot any hidden cameras or mirrors that a recording system may be behind.
But I didn't find any. A few large windows beside each other, making the room lively and bright, filing cabinets and the desk Zander sat behind.
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Worthless
Teen FictionDoug never asked for much. He just wanted friends and for his father to love him. But he can never get what he wants. Doug's father is the typical abusive father with a drinking problem. Doug's step mother works late hours at the local strip club. S...
