Prisoner Doctor

CHAPTER 3

I ran over to behind the man, grabbing a hold of his neck, putting him into a chock hold. " PUT THE GUN DOWN!!" I told the man. He dropped the gun, looking at me. His eyes stared into mine, bringing a tingling sensation to my body. What is wrong with me I thought, grabbing the gun from the man. Mr. Fitzgerald looked back at us and said, " Miss. Amador, please check on Braxton for any injury. " I nodded, leading Braxton to my office. I had him sit on the hard bed that I was provided with, getting my stethoscope and my box of tools that they had provided. I started to examine Braxton, feeling his built body structure against my touch. " What is your name?" He asked me.

" Aella Amador, and u are Braxton.."

" Fisher. Are you new, cause I have never seen you?"

" Yep, just got the job yesterday, but started today. Does anything hurt Mr. Fisher?"

" Call me Brax, but my arm is kinda sore, not from today, but it has always bothered me." I looked at his arm to see veins popping out of his skin, not literally, but you could see his veins. I gently touched them, seeing what his reaction was. He was tensing up. I looked at him and started thinking of what could be wrong. Phlebitis maybe. I started to examine how his arm felt. It was Deep Vein Thrombosis or in other words DVT. I started to google side effects or serious conditions in DVT if it gets worse, saying that they might have chest pain or even collapsing. I barely new this rat, but I felt sympathy for him, feeling pity for him. I called the front office to say that Braxton was to stay with me for the night, getting an awkward okay back. I had some blankets brought over to my room, so I could have Braxton sleep well on the clinic bed. Braxton walked up to the person saying thank- wait he said thank you. I looked at him surprised and he just shrugged it off like nothing. He laid the blankets out on the floor, making his bed, sitting on top of it." Braxton, You can sleep on the patient bed" I asked confused

" Where will you sleep then" He asked worried

" I can sleep in my chair or I was thinking of the..."

" No, You need your rest and I just need to be here. You will sleep on the patient bed."

" No, You have to get your rest and it will help your body."

" Fine, but its not my fault if you have a sore neck tomorrow morning."

" Well night Braxton."

" GOOD-night Aella. What do you say back?"

" Goodnight." I said quietly

" Good. Goodnight." Brax said, going under his blankets. I got my stitch blanket that I had packed, wrapping it around me sitting in the chair. I quickly forgot that i hadn't locked the door, doing so before I tried sleeping. I walked back to the chair, closing my eyes, falling asleep slowly.

I woke up in the middle of the night, checking my clock to see it was 12. I only fell asleep for a few hours. I looked to my right to see Braxton staring at me smiling.

" Can't go back to sleep?" he asked

" Haven't tried, just woke up. GOOD- night" I said, shutting my eyes. I tried for a couple minutes, opening my eyes, scrolling through Pintrest.

" So it totally looks like you are asleep. Just sleep with me. I can't sleep cause I am worrying about you, but you can't since you are uncomfortable. Just trust me. I don't bite."

" No, I could get fired." I strictly said

" Suit it yourself." Brax said, shifting more into his bed. I moved into my chair to get comfy, but nothing was working. I even did my breathing exercises my dad taught me from the military.

" Fine, but nothing weird." I stated, climbing into the patient bed with him. I am sleeping with an inmate, I thought to myself. I faced toward where I used to sleep, closing my eyes for a little, reopening and shifting to meet his eyes. I look at them, snuggling into his chest, falling asleep.

I woke up to my alarm which was set for 5:30. I looked to my left, to see Braxton with his arms wrapped around me tightly, eyes closed. I turned off my alarm and looked at him. Should I wake him up? I decided I should, rubbing his head with the tip of my fingers, pressing the wrinkles away.

" Morning." I said calmly

" GOOD- Morning Aella."

" What is up with you and good. I mean you weren't good if you got here."

" I am only here for a few days you know. Also, you deserve good. Even though I am a shit to everyone, I deserve good, but some bad."

" Oh, if you don't mind, what got you here?"

" Well my father is Mr. Fitzgerald, well stepdad, and I pissed my mom off, so he put me here, to show how messing with people can get people here. You might ask why I am here if I am an adult and that I can make my own decisions, well my stepdad told the court I had " raped" his wife. It was a totally weird and awkward position I was in, so my stepdad said I would only be in here for while. So here I am."

" That is messed up." I said

" Yeah, but I should have just left my mom or forgot about her. This always happens, where my stepdad makes up stupid lies, to get me in trouble."

"How old are you?"

" I am 25. You?"

" 24 almost 25, my father was a doctor, so medical school and college was easy."

" Wow"

" Yeah" We took a second, staring into each others eyes. It was awkward. I broke the eye contact and silence, getting some blood -thinning pills, labeled d.v.t on the container. This must happen a lot I thought. I gave him some water and pills, having him lie back down after. As he slept, I typed up an email to Autumn about my time here.