The patient lies at a slant in the bed specially made to restrain her. Unkempt black hair sprawls about her head, as well as over her face where the breathing mask over her mouth, and nose allows her enough space to see through the veil. The attendant looking out for her smiles cockily to himself as he lowers her hospital gown back over her body. Humming to himself he tosses the used condom in a nearby trash bin.
He doesn't have to worry about the janitor blowing the whistle on him for his little nighttime activities. The little whelp doesn't have enough backbone for a mouse. He'll just dispose of it quietly, just as always.
As the attendant opens the door to leave he freezes in shock as something cold, and sharp is shoved up his nostrils.
"Got your nose," a feminine voice sings, and then he has no nose. Before he has a chance to scream a fist collapses his windpipe. As he holds his throat the horror of his nightmares hits him as four clawlike blades slice into his crotch like a hot knife through butter.
The attendant doubles over on himself, mouth open in a silent scream as he looks under his assaulter's brown hair, into her ice-blue eyes. Then she slices upwards, his guts spilling out on the floor between them. She steps aside, and lets him fall flat on his front.
Though incapable of speech, and rendered immobile by perscribed drugs, the patient still observes this. She watches as the new girl slowly approaches, her claws clicking together with each step.
"One, two, Freddie's coming for you..."