Short Stories

HYDROTHERAPY

"I'm not lying it's true.", the girl whispered in an alarmed state as she blocked the spoon trying to reach her mouth.

"Yeah right.", Angelina, the nurse replied, clearly annoyed by the girl's repetitive behavior. The trembling figure silently gulped down her porridge, looking around as if someone were to jump her right in the ward. The nurse sighed, picking up the neglected bowl as she made her way to the door of the ward, closing it as she left the room.

"This one's gonna take some time.", she whispered to the doctor and continued, "She needs it.". She may or may not have started to like the torture method a little too much for her own good, smirking when she got the green sign, she trotted back in the girl's room, pulling her out by the arm ignoring all signs of protests and confusion.

The chamber was cramped full of dirty old bath tubs covered with a cloth each. The girl was confused to why she was being brought to wash again, especially since she'd never seen this room before. The nurse asked her to strip and she complied, though still confused. What happened next caught the girl off guard. One moment she was sitting on a stool near one of the tubs and the other moment she was being forced to stay down in boiling hot water.

Her mouth opened but no sound came out, the water burning her already sensitive skin, worsening older wounds. She flailed around in the water but to no success. Finally giving up after seeing the nurse put up a good fight to keep her down. She dug her nails in her hand as the nurse guided her face down in the boiling water, squeezing her eyes shut when she finally realized where she was, reading the dirty sign on the wall right in-front of her. 

HYDROTHERAPY.

There was commotion at the hospital, police officers and nurses rushing in and out of the entry.

"I really am innocent sir! It wasn't as harsh as to kill the girl.", the nurse tried to speak through her handkerchief while blowing her nose on it. "I would never do something like this! If I knew she would die, I would've made sure to contact you doctor.", she tried to reason with the doctor as she struggled to walk, being dragged by the police in their van. 

The doctor sighed, ignoring the crying woman and trying to dodge the media and going back into the building catching some phrases along the way. 

"This is Hannah reporting from the city's most famous mental hospital which seems to be 'not so safe' anymore! A murder has just been committed in the building by one of the nurses who tried to treat the patient with some crazy torture methods!"

"Make sure no one enters the building or tries to interview the patients.", the doctor mumbled to a colleague, running a hand over his pale face. "Oh Angelina... Why did you have to do that, I liked you.", the doc sighed. The last thing he needed was for the hospital to get extra attention from the police and media. He proceeded to walk to the men's room, a stressed little smile playing on his lips, though there was no happiness behind it. 

"The doc's smiling eh?", one of the interns mumbled under her breath, unaware that the janitor was standing close to her. 

"Ofcourse he'd be smiling. Angelina was a sweetheart but serves her right for meddling in the doctor's business. No one does that, he has his ways to treat certain patients.", he replied, mopping the floor as he made conversation with the young woman.

"What do you mean...?", the intern questioned further making the old janitor look up from his work.

"Why it was Angelina who reported this to the police and the media in the first place.", the janitor replied, humming one of his favorite tunes. "She should've just let her die, serves her right for being such a goodie two shoes."

The janitor smiled as the horrible realization settled on the intern's face, casually walking to the washroom to wash the doctor's bloody coat. Marking the doc's next target. 

THE END