The Cover Up

~20~

*Travis's P.O.V*
I got out of all black SUV and made my way inside. When I entered I immediately seen a doctor fussing with some other doctor.

"Damn. This should be easy." I mumbled to myself.

I looked back over at the doctor and had an idea. I then made my way over to him.

"Ohh don't tell me you're another complaining fucking family member because if you are if you know what's best for you.... You will walk away sir."

He doesn't look like he is supposed to sound like a fag. He look like a low-key thug but sound like a high-key fag.

"For one, no I'm not I'm here to ask you for a little favor. For two, try threatening some one else because I will be the first to tell you I'm not scared or even phased by your threat you will never intimidate anyone sounding like that. No one will ever take you serious acting and speaking the way you do. Call me rude if you want but you need to tighten up. You can be the next big thing in the streets. You'll make way more than this hospital pays and you'll get respect if you walk around with someone like me."

I pulled out two hundred dollars and a card...well not really a card. More like a piece of paper with my number on it. What the hell would I look like with a card. I'm a street pharmacist not a drug store pharmacist. I have them for situations like this. It might sound or even look weird but I don't swing like that. I don't really like the thug life but my babies gotta eat and I won't be quitting anytime soon. But T needs to think so.

"What are you saying sir?" The young guy asked

"I'm a really nice person with a good heart but I'm just gone be straight forward. You sound gay as hell and no one like me will ever respect you that way. You look like a retired dope boy."

"I am. I use to sell drugs and really be into the thug life but some shit went down one night and I quit everything. But since we being honest sir, I feel really disrespected right now and I'm still upset about these dumb ass doctors, patients, staff, and family members. So, what the hell do you want?" He said adding a little more sass than before.

I held out my card and the two hundred dollars I previously pulled out my wallet.

"Okay, okay. All I was going to say is I'll give you these two hundred dollars for your uniform and name tag." I said a little skeptical as if he was actually going to give it to me.

He snatched the two hundred dollars from me and looked at the paper with my number on it.

"Hhmmhm, you can get this damn thing for free. Wait right here sir." He said then went to the nearest bathroom and took off his uniform.

He came back in some timberlands, dark colored jeans, black shirt with 'thug life' written in the center, a gold chain, and some diamond earrings, and a duffle bag on his shoulder.

"What the hell?" I scanned over his outfit once more then laughed to myself.

"Word of advice man. Never judge a book by it's cover. I was expecting you. I knew exactly what to do to get your attention and so I got it. But, let's go." He said finally giving me the uniform and showing me to the bathroom.

We entered the bathroom and I immediately began go change into the scrubs he just took off.

"So, it's room 583 now and remember. Be careful, she's a clever lady. She knows everything and everyone. Good luck Trav."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

That was all he said before he left leaving me confused as hell. I then exited the bathroom and made my way to Room 583 thinking about what he said. I was on my way to room 583 when I turned around and decided to go to the room where they keep the medicine just in case she was a tricky old lady even though I bet she can't be that bad. I entered the room and grabbed the medicine that was labeled sleep. They must have some dumb doctors in here. I then exited the medicine room then I walked down the hallway that lead me to the elevator.

I've been here so many times before so trust me, I know where to go, but I need to hurry so I can put my plan into action as soon as possible. I got into the elevator and pressed the number three. I then waited for the elevator to reach the third floor. I got off the elevator when it reached the third floor. When I got on the third floor the first door read 574. I walked up the hall until I reached the door that read 583. When I reached room 583 at the end of the hall I slowly turned the knob on the door and entered the room. I looked at the medicine in my hand then back at the lady who was still up watching TV.

"Hello I'm nurse Tray b-."

"Oh no, you're no nurse." she said trying not to make eye contact with me.

"I'm new here. I just started working night shift, and you can call me Mr.Willlams if you want."

"What do you want?" She said nonchalantly.

"I'm here to check on you and to give you your daily m-."

"No, you're not giving me none of that damn medicine. Someone should have warned you about me young man. Now let me tell you what I think I know you're not a nurse, and since it's late I also know that someone sent you here for whatever reason I don't know. I also know that I'm right from the way you're sweating and looking off, and let's not even mention how you're not even bothering to make eye contact."

Wow this woman is really something else. Should I just tell the truth or don't blow my cover or is it blown already.

"Wow, they did warn me about you but I didn't think you were this bad. What now?" I said putting the medicine down on the table that I got from the medicine room.

"I bet they did. They should have told you what I did for a living. I know everything, well I may not know everything but I know enough. In case you're wondering how I know everything, that's for me to know and for you to continue to wonder."

"So you stalk people and find out everything about them?"

"Not exactly. Since, you really want to know, I'm a retired detective even though I do some stuff here and there. You have to know everything about a person in order to work your case, talk to family members, etcetera. It's called profiling young man."

I looked at her in agreeance walking a little more into the room.

"OK Ms. Retired detective, what's next?"

"I thought you was the one here to complete an assignment. Kill me, kidnap me, ask me questions, whatever you came here to do. I suggest you do whatever now and if not stop wasting my time." She said as I looked at my phone debating on calling my boss or just completing my assignment my way.

"But since you want to know, to answer your question. Next is, you get me out of here because I have things that need to be taken care of. Questions that need to be answered, and people that need to be killed. So if you don't have any more questions we should get going." she said getting from under the sheets fully dressed.

What they hell she thinking about?