Sehun becomes quiet when the guards close the door, instead opting to glare at me from his spot on the wall.
I hesitantly walk over, thinking of how I should do this.
"Well, good morning, Sehun." I smile
"Fuck off, cunt." He spits harshly.
I step back abruptly. If this is how he's going to act things are going to get interesting.
I glance over to the objects on the table, and decide attempting to bathe him would be the start, as I may be able to persuade him to cooperate with food.
As I pick up the bucket and cloth, I hear behind me, "Don't even fucking bother."
Turning around, I can seeing him still glaring at me. Trying to calm him, I say "This will be a lot quicker if you just let me do my job."
He scoffs, "Why would I want to make your job easier?"
Sighing, I walk in front of him and place the bucket on the floor. As I wet the cloth in the bucket, Sehun tries to kick his foot at it, to no avail. Glancing up at him, I can see him glaring down frustratedly.
I ignore him actions and begin scrubbing the cloth over his left arm. Sehun thrashes his arm around and tries to stop me, yelling "Get the fuck off me!"
I ignore him and continue what I'm doing, until I get to his hands. His filthy nails are overgrown and broken, and as I try to run the cloth over his hand he grabs my finger and digs his index nail into the skin between my thumb and finger. I wince and jump back, looking Sehun in the eye. He chuckles and smirks at my now bleeding hand.
An idea pops into my head, I decide to continue going about my job of bathing him instead of letting his actions deter me. I assume that he thinks if he's aggressive enough, I'll leave him be. Well, that isn't going to be the case.
As I move to scrub his other arm, I notice him looking at me questionably out of the corner of my eye. Clearly he expected me to leave after injuring me.
After I finish with his arms, I hesitate where to go next. I decide to start with his stomach and work my way up, in case he tries to bite me or anything.
As I lightly run the cloth over his hard abs, I can feel him looking at me. Glancing up, I see a look of fascination on his face, however this quickly turns to a glare when he sees me looking at him.
I work my way up his torso until I reach his neck. I cautiously rub the side of his neck, and go to start along his jawline when I'm stopped by Sehun throwing his head down.
"Don't." He breaths out sternly.
I look at him alarmed. He has a look of shame in his eyes, almost as if he has something to hide. "I have to. Please."
"No." He grits his teeth.
I have no choice but to force his head up. He thrashes and screams at me as I pin his head back with the palm of my hand. Once I get his head up, I can see a nasty scar on the left side of his jaw. Sehun stares at me as I examine it, and quickly turns away when I look at him. "Sehun, what is this from?"
He ignores my question and refuses to look at me. "Sehun."
"Just finish your job already." He sighs defeatedly. I decide it wouldn't be good to push the subject, so I quickly finish up washing his neck and move on to his face. He still refuses to look at me as I gently rub the cloth over his skin.
Once I'm done, I throw the cloth into the bucket and take the bucket back to the table. Picking up the plate of food, I turn back to Sehun, "I hope you're hungry."
"I'm not." He says quietly. He still has a sternness to his voice.
"Well, just eat what you can then." I reply as I walk over to him. On the plate is mashed potatoes, mixed vegetables, eggs, and a bread roll. This is all the patients get throughout the day. Surely he's hungry.
I stand in front of him and hold out a spoonful of mashed potato to his mouth, but he doesn't accept it.
"Sehun, please." He looks me in the eye before hesitantly opening his mouth. He continues to let me feed him until only the roll is left. "I don't want that." He says emotionlessly.
"Okay, that's fine." I say as I walk away to put the plate on the table.
I look towards Sehun and see him hanging with his head down. "Are you thirsty?"
"No."
"Okay." I signal for the guards to come and get him. When they walk in Sehun glares at them, but unlike earlier he doesn't thrash around when they take the shackles off him and take him back to his cell.
