Arresting Attraction: How To Create A Criminal

Chapter Twelve

Osgate had an infirmary.

Most prisons did.

But, Osgate's was different.

Due to its location so far away from any major city, or even land, it had an infirmary that doubled as a hospital station. A couple of nurses were trained in minor wound healing, and the prison even held a couple of trained surgeons that doubled as administrative assistants, and medical administrators.

I, myself, was one of those. I had enough skills to allow me to do minor surgery if needed, but I hoped that I'd never have to use those skill sets - if I could help it.

This morning, I was organised to compete a full comprehensive body examination on Charlie Thomas.

Ideally, an inmate turned patient, would have a complete physical examination the day of their arrive, sometimes earlier, but, Charlie was a special case. Irresponsible, aggressive and wild, he continuously had his exams push further and further back, with nurses and doctors refusing to work with him, or Charlie, himself, loosing control and temper and forcibly halting the exam altogether.

Black had signed me onto his case, still firm with his idea that I could get close to Charlie, and blow his cover, getting him to speak. I still doubted it, but the last couple of days had shown promise in the idea.

Charlie had become wary, he spoke more, but the quality of conversation was lacking. Mostly talking in riddles, or vague, emptiness, Charlie was trying to find his footing, trying to work out where he stood when it came to me.

And, that did have its ups. One being, his ability to be totally in control and behave whenever he was alone with me. The only thing I thought it came down to, was his slow, but sure ability to trust in me.

I unlocked the Infirmary door, and switched on the lights.

The room wasn't large, but it fit what was needed. A small reclining bed was pressed up against one pale green wall. On the opposing side, a computer sitting on a table with drawers of medical equipment. The rest of the room was stacked with shelves and cupboards, more medical paraphernalia, from metal objects to paper, and rubber, reusable pots and jars, and disposable sanitary pieces.

I took a seat on the wheeled chair in front of the computer, my back to the reclining bed. I switched the monitor on, the computer booting up to the home screen. Finding Charlie's file wasn't difficult. I scanned through hospital patient lists and found one Thomas, C.

His file was empty. Of course it would be. No information on blood type, no information on skin trauma, on anything that would help with catalogue a patient.

I sighed and took off my glasses, rubbing my forehead. I could feel it being a long morning already.

A knock at the door caught me attention, as I put my glasses back on. I looked over and met the warm, confused gaze of Charlie, and the annoyed eye rolled welcome from Ryan.

"Brought you a gift," Ryan said, pushing Charlie forcibly into the room.

Charlie didn't argue, merely shooting the armed guard a look of frustration, a warning that he would live up to if I weren't in the room.

"Thanks, Ryan."

Ryan shrugged and walked Charlie to the reclining bed. He pushed him onto it, before making himself scarce in the far corner of the room.

"You don't have to stay here," I said.

"I'd rather if I did."

I rolled my eyes, turning my back on both of them, facing the computer. I mumbled under my breath, "Of course."