Pure of Mind and Sharp of Knife (Male Reader x Female Creepypasta)

Grease the Gears

A pressure on my sternum that wakes me back to life. Nurse Ann and Jane both kneel down next to me in my room.

Ann lifts her hand from my chest with a concerned look, "Finally, I was about to check you for heart failure. Are you feeling alright? Does your abdomen hurt or feel tender?"

I squint at the light coming into my room, "I..." the food from last night decides to rush up my throat, so I turn to the side and cough it onto the floor. The alcohol and bile from my stomach burns my esophagus once again.

Jane rubs my back as I spit some crab meat onto the floor with tears at the edge of my eyes, "I think I'm feeling shitty, Ann."

They help me stand, and Jane brings me to the toilet to finish pushing my insides out.

Ann leaves the bathroom to clean up my puke or call Slenda while Jane turns the shower on for me, "Well, now we know you cannot hold your liquor! Take a shower once you are done with that; you are caked in vomit. Apparently you threw up while you were asleep. Had you not fallen out of your bed in the middle of the night, you would have drowned in it."

"Lucky me," I spit an old chunk of meat into the toilet.

"You should have seen Slenda," Jane tests the shower water with her hand, "After she put you to sleep in your room, she did not come out of her own for hours. She even delayed our Crucible until the afternoon. I was worried about you during the hazing, but this might be the only time I would thank Jess for going too far and making you wear that lingerie."

My guts churn once more, and I flush the toilet to make room for extra alcoholic puke.

Ann comes into the bathroom and flinches at my violent retching, "Be sure to drink plenty of water when this passes," she washes her gloves off in the sink, "I hope that shower is cold, Jane."

"As cold as it can be," Jane heads out, leaving me and Ann together.

I think the vomit finally stops fountaining from me.

Ann leans down to rub my back, "You are lucky that you are you. I would not clean up that bile were it anyone else's," she pauses as I take a moment to breathe, "I have the feeling Jane has warmed up to you. I never knew her as the type of girl to help one of her drunken housemates even if it were someone she is fine with."

I spit into the toilet bowl, but I can't tell if it's blood or the alcohol that makes it red, "It just... kinda ended up that way. Maybe you and Jane should talk more. You'd probably get along," I stand up with Ann's help, "Besides, more of the girls would be willing to be friends with you if you treated them as good as this."

Ann puts her hand in the water of the shower, "Unlikely. They are already on bad terms with me, especially Angel and Painter. However, I do not intend on becoming 'friends' with those two. Painter has Angel smeared with honey, and the brute does not even know it. The others... they are all psychopaths and manipulative in their own ways, but Painter is a whole different beast. I would be careful of her golden tongue and kind words, if I were you. If you want me to heal things between myself and others, I will, at the very least, speak to Jane."

"Are you on good terms with Slenda?" I ask.

She stands in the doorway, "Like any other girl in this household, we are simply fine with each other. Although, she does consult me more often than not about various events and news and medical advice. Keep this between us, but I serve as her psychiatrist as well. Well, now that I think about it, I suppose we are fairly close."

I scrunch my face at the cold shower water, "Understandable, knowing what she has to take charge of. I hope I'm not being too much of a burden on her or anything."