"Darling, you're trembling." Cole smirked and stood up.
The handcuffs that were supposed to be attached to the bed were broken. I'm not sure how he managed to do that, but he did.
I gasped and I could feel my body shake more and my heart rate go up...
(I found this meme on google, I don't know who it belongs to or I would credit them, but it goes along with this chapter, so I decided to put it there.)
I stared at Cole's door, contemplating on whether to tend to him or Sebastian first. I decided to meet Sebastian because I feel like I need to meet the nicer one first. After all, it is only my first day. I knocked on the door and then walked in. Sebastian was sitting on his bed. He had black hair and blue eyes.
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*Picture Of Sebastian*
"Hi, I'm your new doctor," I said, sitting down in a chair in the room.
"I'm Sebastian, but I go by Seb. What's your name?" He asked with a smile.
"You can call me Quinn." I smiled.
"Is this your first day?" He asked.
"Yeah, is it that easy to tell?"
"You're shaking." He stated and motioned toward my hands.
My hands were trembling and I put them under my legs so he couldn't see my nervousness.
"It's not you that has me worried, it's my other patient." I said truthfully.
"As long as you don't have Cole Brock, you shouldn't be worried." He said, trying to make me feel better, but it was far from working. My expression gave me away. "They gave him to you?!"
"Yeah..."
"Okay, so, just do not make him angry. Some days I can hear him yelling all the way in here and the rooms are supposed to be soundproof." He said, deadly serious.
I smiled at him and I felt myself calm down a little.
"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind."
"Anytime. You seem really nice. How old are you?" He smiled.
"Twenty-three. You seem nice too. So, how long have you been here?" I asked, putting my elbows on my knees and resting my chin on my knuckles.
"About eight months. It's actually pretty nice here as long as I have a nice nurse."
"Lucky for you, you do." I returned his smile from earlier.
"I'm usually pretty nice but I have my days where I just feel down." He explained.
"I have those days too. In fact, today's one of them. I just moved here from Wyoming and I already miss my family." I explained.
"Tell me about them, it might help you."
"I'm supposed to be the one helping you. Not the other way around." I laughed.
"I like to think of my nurses as my friends since I don't have any and they're the only people I conversate with. And friends help friends, so, let me help you." He explained.
