The Poison in her Veins

Stitches

Hey guys! Sorry for the extremellyyyyyyyyyyy late updates as I've been so busy with school and work and didn't really feel like writing for a while...  :/ Hope you enjoy the next couple chapters (UNEDITED) :)

I stare down at my hand, covered in blood where the knife had split the skin deep from my pointer finger all the way to the bottom of my hand, the pain now throbbing everywhere. "Fuck." The knife is smeared with my blood, the blade covered in red. Feeling myself get a little faint from the amount of blood leaving my hand, I quickly wipe the blood from the knife onto my shirt and place it back to where I found it. I hurry to where I remember seeing the doctor's office and shove my way in. Without a word I see a young woman with light blond hair and kind brown eyes gesture me to follow her.

"I don't think you would answer me seriously if I were to ask you how this happened...?" She asked looking at me expectantly.

"Huh, who knew there were blondes other than me that could actually have a brain." Instead of getting offended like I expected, she started laughing to herself as she picked up a large needle. "Touch me with that and I'll make you feel pain you don't want to have to experience, Angela." Her eyebrows raise as she turned towards me and I smirk, looking up from reading her name on forms that are scattered off to the side.

"You do know you need stitches for this and they aren't that fun to get." I scoff and pull my hand away.

"I don't care how bad it hurts. I will not have that needle touching me." She sighs and puts it back to where she had first picked it up from. For some reason every since I was little I was so averted towards needles and the doctors would have to hold me down just to get a vaccination when I was younger. All of a sudden there's a sharp pain and I look down to see Angela threading the string to close up the gash. Soon enough, the sharp pain is reduced to a dull pulse.

"There you go, all done. I would just recommend you try to prevent using that hand for about a week until I take those stitches out okay? I will have Mallard inform your training instructor of your situation."

"Don't bother." I mumble and without a second glance or a "thank you", I walk out of the office, letting the door slam shut behind me. No matter how nice certain people are here, they all played a part in what has happened to me since I got here and I will not be fooled into stupidity again.

That night, in my room, I make sure that I have tape to wrap my stitches in for training tomorrow morning. There's no way I'm sitting this one out because who knows what Oliver will pull if I do. Speaking of Oliver, luckily I don't see him the whole night and even though I should be extremely happy about it considering all that he has done to me, there's a stupid part of me that wishes he were here. Wiping any thoughts of him from my head, I drift to sleep, hoping for a peaceful sleep but knowing it will be a long time before I have one of those again.