Tsukiyama x Reader

Chapter Twenty

You wake up with a tray of food on the small table next to you. It's a plate of what looks like chicken and noodles with mashed potatoes. Your stomach grumbles at the smell of the meal.

You try to estimate how long you've actually been in the room. From what you guess you assume it's been four days. Four days of no food and minimal water. You're not sure if it's day or night.

A few nurses have been in to check on you. Taking your blood pressure and temperature, making sure you're still living you assume.

"How am I supposed to eat with my hands tied." You shout with irritation.

The pain in your body is nothing to you anymore. Your main focus has been to escape the room you've been trapped in. Your throat is sore from the night before. You had screamed for hours. Calling for Tsukiyama or anyone who could possible hear you.

The door opens and a tall slender woman enters. She's wearing pink nurse scrubs and her red hair is tucked into a neat bun.

She approaches you and picks up the plate. As she begins to pick up the fork you hear a feint noise, and suddenly you're covered in warm liquid. You look up and notice a small hole in the nurses forehead as blood trickles out.

You silently scream in horror, gasping for breath as the nurse falls limply on top of you. You struggle to push her off.

You hear the shuffle of more foot steps entering the room. You see the corner of another nurse in dark red scrubs, her face mask matching. The woman is short, plump, and familiar.

The dead nurse is picked up and you catch a glimpse of the new nurse.

"Annabelle." You whisper.

She turns her head slightly and smiles with her eyes as she winks. She slings the nurse over her shoulder and places her in the bin full of old laundry, covering her up.

She cracks her knuckles as she walks back towards you. She tucks her finger in her mask and pulls it down past her chin.

"Hello! I'm Nurse Brandy Fisher, but you can just call me Brandy." She says full of charisma.

"Dr Archer has assigned me to take care of your  unit and, oh-" she says as she roams back to the bin full of laundry and a dead woman. She fishes around until she pulls out a name tag from the woman's shirt.

She flicks the plastic tag and smiles, clipping it on her shirt.

"There are cameras everywhere. They're going to know you killed her, Annabelle." You say with worry.

Without hesitation she unites your wrists and ankles.

"I work here (y/n). There's a shift change in security every day at 3:00. One leaves and a few minutes later the other comes in. No one saw a thing." She replies. She walks to the right side of the room, and begins washing her hands in a sink on the counter.

You are momentarily relieved, but realization washes over you.

"You...work here?"

She sighs and rests her hands on the edge of the sink, looking into the empty basin.

She turns and faces you. Her eyes are closed.

Her eyes open as she speaks.

"I'm so sorry this happened to you (y/n)." She says solemnly. 

You resist the urge to cry. Feeling betrayed, your emotions take control and you lash out.