Decalcomania

Pt5

I opened my heavy eyes slowly to some light coming from the small window. I signed and supported myself to stand up "God, where am I?" I groaned. Then, I remembered what happened last night, they could have caught me if I didn't find that door open.

"Don't hurt me!" a loud sob interrupted my thoughts, I lifted my head up and crossed my eyebrows when I saw the room, I was on the floor of a patient's room, I couldn't believe my eyes, they must be deceiving me! what have I gone myself into? "I didn't do anything, let me go" another loud desperate sob came from the person who was lying on the metal bed. I immediately dragged myself near the bed and fixed my eyes on the person. I do remember him, the guy I saw yesterday, he was screaming on his sleep too. he must be having a nightmare. His wet hair fell over his eyes and his lips trembled and parted every now and then. "Don't hurt us, please!" his hands were sweaty, color drained from his face, as white as a slice of bread, white as a ghost. My body reacted by itself and sat on the bed next to him. With my shaky hand I touched his cold hand, his skin was freezing. "it is alright!" I whispered

"No, no she wants to beat us!" he cried, tears streaming down his cheeks. He was still drowned deep in the nightmare in his head, I put my both hands over his shoulders and tried to wake him up but what happened next was never in my calculations. He sat up with no warning and threw himself on me, wrapped his strong arms around my frozen body and tightened his hand on my waist, pulling me closer to him, to his muscular body. he rested his head on my shoulder and breathed heavily. suddenly the world stopped still on its axis. unaware, I let my body sag, my muscles become loose and my hands found their way around his fragile body. I patted his thick back gently until his heavy breath turned into peaceful snores, there was something so warm, something that felt right.

"everything will be alright, don't worry!" I hugged him tighter with my small arms and let him sleep on my shoulder.

What am I doing? Holding a patient in my arms without any permission from the doctors here, I don't even know his illness or what is right and wrong to do in his case. Though, I remember how Stephan warned me to stay away from this room and this patient, but here I am, holding him in my arms like the most precious thing to me! I signed and softly tried to let go of his body and put him back on the bed but his hands were clenched on my blouse and he didn't seem to let me go at all. He felt like a little baby and I wanted to protect him. "I'm here, don't be scared" I whispered in his ear and held the back of his head with one hand, and the other hand on his back and gently I laid him back on the bed. I could now see his features clearer, his face, his arms and neck. my jaw dropped at the scenery in front of me. what have they done to you? The scars covered his arm like a hundred silvery red snakes, they were broad and rough. Whatever had caused these old wounds was blunt and the injury had never been stitched or treated. I lightly brushed down the scars with the tips of my fingers, it felt warm under the touch of my skin. my eyes caught another swollen red mark on the right side of his neck, it looked like a fresh sting mark. It must have been really painful. His face was pale and lifeless as the brownish dark circles decorated the area below his eyes. abruptly, my heart started aching, I would describe this heartache as an insatiable fire that burnt all the oxygen in my body leaving me listless. I was even curious, curious to know what happened to him and what these scars on his olive skin are! I was taken aback by the heels taps on the floor echoing on the corridor, not too far from the room, I instantly rose on my feet and stormed inside the small toilet in the corner of the room. the spot looked pretty dirty and smelly, like they actually never cleaned it before. I checked the time and it was 5:35 am, well, too early to be here, I thought to myself. the door opened forcefully, and the heels taps indicated that someone is jogging around the room, I could tell who it was from the smell of her suffocating perfume, Layla.