The Cure

Twelve

Twelve

Jerry followed Carter, the nigger, all the way to the upper basement. They were typically underground. They were under the basement of a huge hospital as Carter explained.

"I've found her inside one of the medical laboratories upstairs." Carter stated. Jerry nodded and followed him as he led the way. There were many men in black guarding the place. They kept on hiding in order for them not to get caught. Jerry wiped off the blood from his face as he followed Carter. It was making his vision blurry. He tried to shake the blurriness away but it was of no use. He did his best on keeping up with Carter who was now taking the stairs upward.

"From this hall, to the left, and on the sixth laboratory room, Maggie is being held captive." Carter stated.

"I can't come with you up till here. I might get caught. It's up to you if you succeed or fail." Carter left Jerry standing on the staircase. Jerry's gaze followed Carter and spoke.

"Thank you." Carter stopped and faced Jerry.

"Don't mention it." He saluted at Jerry and eventually left him. Jerry faced the door and held the doorknob.

"It's now or never." He left out a sigh before opening the door. He stared at his blood drenched hand which was holding onto the doorknob.He pushed the door open and checked the hallway for anyone guarding the place but there was none.

He immediately ran towards the left wing of the hospital when he happened to meet with a doctor. The doctor was surprise to see a shirtless man with a bleeding head walk his way. He was stunned to react and that gave Jerry the chance to lock him between his arms and cover his mouth.

"Don't shout or else." Jerry threatened him. He pulled him towards the restroom next to them. He pushed the guy inside and locked the door. The guy landed onto the ground and faced Jerry. Jerry looked for something to use to threaten him. He searched and his sight landed on the mirror. He stared at his reflection which he admits, looked like an all beaten up egg. His head was a mess and blood streamed from the wound on his head. He was shirtless and his pants were full of dust. He looked as if he went digging up dirt the whole time. He returned his gaze towards the doctor he threatened. It startled the doctor and he automatically backed away.

"Please, don't kill me." He pleaded. Jerry glared at him and went near him. He went to whisper to his ears. "Take off your clothes."

It sent shivers to the doctor's spine. He shook his head in fear and looked at Jerry pleadingly. "Take off your clothes or else you'll die!" Jerry glared at him even more.

The doctor got scared and immediately took off his laboratory robes. He threw them to Jerry and raised his hands. "All of your clothes." The doctor's eyes widened upon hearing Jerry. Jerry gave him his death glare and it made the doctor move. He immediately took his pants off and his polo shirt and handed them to Jerry. Then, he started to strip down his boxers but Jerry stopped him.

"It's enough. I don't wanna wear your..." Jerry stared at the doctor's manhood and eventually took his sight off it.

"Get inside." Jerry ordered him to go inside one of the cubicles. He followed as what he ordered and went inside. "You're not getting out unless I say so or else."

The doctor's eyes widened and raised his hands in surrendering. He went inside and closed the door. Jerry couldn't believe he did it even without a gun. He immediately wash his face and his head with water. He watched the tinted water flow onto the floor as he washed his head. It was blood red. He took some towels near him and tidied up his face with it. He looked himself in the mirror as he wore the polo and pants. He looked all clean and all washed up. He wore the lab robes and left the restroom leaving the doctor inside, undressed.