Dr. Cashby [✔]

Chapter Eleven: Vegan

Austin's POV

"I'm Matthew Kean. I've been a therapist's assistant for about five years, and I heard about this hospital from a friend." The new nurse, Matt, grinned cockily. He had a deep voice that rumbled a bit and I smirked, looking over at Alex and Tino. Tino sighed, flipping through Matt's files. 

"Hm, well, we have like, two Matts here already." Tino joked, but Matt's eyes widened. 

"You can call me Vegan if you must." Matt nodded. "I uh, I'm a vegan and my friends call me Vegan, so, go ahead." 

Alex made a noise in the back of his throat and raised an eyebrow at Matt-or-Vegan. "Do you know who your patient is? You'll have to spend a lot of time with him. He's a suicidal man who will not eat anything unless you basically force it down his throat. He barely talked to his last nurse, and he probably won't talk to you due to the fact that he believes his only friend who was supposed to take care of him bailed on him." 

Vegan's eyes widened and he swallowed hard. "Uh, yes. I heard that I would have to be around this guy 24/7. I rented out my apartment so I could live here-if I got the job, of course." 

"Of course." Tino murmured. "Well, welcome then." 

Vegan grinned and shook hands with Tino, then shook hands with Alex. "Are you Oliver's doctor as well?" 

"No, no." I laughed. "He just shares a room with two of my patients." 

Vegan nodded and shook hands with me as well. "When can I meet him?" 

"You can walk down to the infirmary with Dr. Gaskarth." Tino directed. Alex waved Vegan over and I sighed, standing up to follow them. I shut the door behind me and walked down to where Alan's room was. Right when I reached for the door, it opened and a man walked out, his hands running through his hair. 

"Oh, hello." he greeted, nodding slightly. I opened my mouth, about to ask why he was in the room, but he was walking off at a fast pace. I frowned and walked into Alan's room. 

He was sniffling slightly, his hands running down his chest, shuffling his shirt back on over his head. He sighed and pulled the covers over himself, turning his back to me and shoving the pillow over his head. 

"Alan, who was that?" I asked softly, sitting on Oliver's bed. 

"No one." Alan muttered, not looking at me. I bit my lip and crossed my arms. 

"Alan, who was that man?" 

"I said he was no one! He was fucking no one!" Alan screamed, his hands clenching. "Can't you just listen to me for once?" 

I felt my ears redden and I gently reached out, resting my hand on Alan's arm. He flinched away dramatically, letting out a strangled cry and tossing the pillow from his face. 

"No! Don't touch me! I'm not an object! I'm not something you can just hold, or touch, or just have. I am a human! I deserve rights! Fuck you!" 

I blinked stupidly at Alan and frowned. "What? Alan, who the hell was that man?" 

Alan whimpered and shook horribly. His brown eyes met with mine and tears started streaming down his cheeks. I frowned and leaned forward, wiping the tears from his face. 

"Alan, who was he?" 

"A-an old friend." Alan closed his eyes and more tears fell from his eyes. "A-an o-old friend. That's a-all." 

I sucked on my lower lip and leaned down even more, pressing my lips to his forehead. Alan sucked in a deep breath and shook, his hand falling on my wrist trying to prevent my hands from wandering. Not that I wanted to either. Alan sobbed, his whole body wrenching from his cries. I didn't know what to do, so I sat on his bed and rested my body on his, comforting him.