First story ever written, hope you enjoy :)

Darkness, Robert Francis


"I walk among men, only to be considered I'm far from one.."

Chapter One- 10

"Oh! Oh, geez, that doesn't look good! Emmett!" I shouted, pressing a towel with both hands to my newest patent's leg, which was bleeding profussedly.

"Bella! What happened! Did he try to hurt you!?"

"No! But he needs help!" I snapped opened my kit and unraveled a long strip of gauze material. "Emmett, can you..?"

He leaned forward and unzipped the man's jumpsuit, pulling it off while I snapped my eyes shut. "It's okay Bella, he's covered."

You'd be surprised, but a lot of my patients don't wear underwear when I'm around because they want to distract me and make a scene. Luckily, I almost always have Emmett by my side. He was practically my body guard, in case a patient tried to grab at me, which happened a lot.

"What happened? Do you think?" Emmett asked, while I proceeded to sew up the man's wound.

"He stabbed himself with a plastic fork. I'm almost sure of it." I said, wrapping the man's closed wound with the gauze.

"Hey Baby, come give me a kissss." The dirty man slurred his words, a mixture of lust and pain. I pulled the gauze just a little tighter than was necessary. He yowled in pain.

"Listen punk-"

"Forget it Emmett, I'm fine. You're done. And don't think I wont let the lunch ladies know about this. Looks like you'll have to cut your roast beef with a spoon from now on. Good luck with that." I seethed bitterly. "I'll be back tomorrow to change your bandage. Don't pull on it!" I snapped, walking out behind Emmett.

"Bella, have you ever thought maybe you're just too pretty to have this job? I mean, men are actually hurting themselves to get to you." He joked.

I rolled my eyes. "They'd still want to get in my pants if I had a beard and a peg leg."

"Still, one day they'll push you too hard, and you might get hurt."

I looked up at him, his dimpled cheeks and a ghost of a laugh on his face. "I appreciate it Em, I really do, but I'll be fine. Trust me."

He shrugged and ruffled my hair. I swatted his hand and pulled my long hair into a sloppy pony tail.

"Hey guys," I almost groaned at the sound of his voice as he walked over. "Hi Mike," I winced with a fake smile. Emmett guffawed quietly.

"Bella," he smiled seductively. "So, there's another one coming in tonight."

"Ugh! Another one? What's he in for."

"Apparently for murdering his best friend. I don't know why, but get this, when they found the guy's body, it was unrecognizable. Scary huh?"

"Sure,"

"And he didn't cooperate well with the police, so they fired a shot at him, caught him right in the shoulder. And Bella, they assigned you to change his bandages."

"What! Mike, why did you volunteer me?"

"Because Bells, you can handle it....right?" he smirked, before walking away.

"Asshole," I muttered.

"Do you want me to assist you?" Emmett asked.

I waved him off, "No, Mike's right, I can handle it."

"Bella, he's a murderer-"

"And I can take care of myself."

Don't get me wrong, it's not that I wasn't scared of cold blooded killer or anything. Because I was. It's just that Emmett was always trying to keep me safe, and I wanted to show him that I could take care of myself. At the very moment I started this job, he was by my side, seeing if I needed help, if the any of the men touched me. I was big girl. I got dressed by myself in the morning, surely I could handle my own job. Maybe.

"Ahhhh! Arghhh!"

I knew the drill, I broke into a run, Emmett behind me. "Emmett! Go get the Warden!" He turned and ran through the double doors, his leg muscles pumping with every step.

I unlocked the cell with the man screaming inside, my shaking hands almost dropping the keys on the way.

Inside was a skinny man with dark, matted hair past his shoulder. He stopped screaming as soon as I walked through the barred door. I panted and immediatly scanned him for any injuries when I saw it.

It. His jumpsuit was unzipped, his skinny chest sporting several self-inflicted bruises that created a pattern all the way down to it. His dick. It was standing tall, aroused, and I almost vomitted at the sight of it. I stepped backwards, blindly and bumping into the wall behind me. I snapped my eyes shut and reached for my keys, locking the door, the sight of it still fresh in my mind. I heard a roar of loud cackeling and my eyes teared up in pure anger.

The Warden showed up shortly afterward, a gun held securely in his belt. He asked me to explain briefly what happened, and I said it was a false alarm. Emmett knew better. I held my index finger to my lips, promping his to keep quiet.

When my shift was over, I hung up my keys and belt, scanned my card and drove home for the night. It was three a.m. when I walked through the door. I changed and barryed my face into a fluffy down pillow. I sobbed for half and hour, dried my tears and fell asleep.

The sight of the man's dick wasn't what upset me the most. It was the shameless vulgarity and the fact that a grown man would be so immature and so......horny.

I was afraid of the new guy. I hadn't seen him yet, but tomorrow would only come so soon.