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Days had gone by and still not a single peep from Boomer. I would've thought that by now he would've tried to skin another girl, or escape, but he didn't nothing. He followed the rules, and wasn't heard from at all. I think that scared me a little more than everything else. Just thinking about how well he was behaving made me shudder. He was the only patient to not have a mental breakdown in his first week at Sinclair.
"Bubbles?" Blossom called, snapping me away from my thoughts. I sent her a small nod to let her know I was listening "The headmistress wants you working the Lunch Hall today. Kathy called in sick." I nodded. I didn't mind working at the Lunch Hall, I got to see Buttercup, and that was always a good thing.
"Yay!" Blossom giggled at my immaturity, and eyed the clock, just like she'd been doing since I got here this morning. My lips pressed into a thin line and I raised my eyebrows. "What's eating you, sis?"
She shot me a sad smile and turned to face me. "I'm just so tired, plus, it's check-up day and I'm really nervous about the new patient."
"Understandable, he probably used the same tools in this office to skin them." I joked, causing my older sister to cringe.
"Don't say that!" She scolded while slapping my shoulder.
"Or, or." I said as I stood up for effect. "He's going to grab you like this!" She let out a scream as I covered her mouth and head locked her. She kicked, screamed, and sent her arms out into the air to stop me and it wasn't until the door creaked open that I let go and Blossom took a nice deep breath.
I took my normal seat, back on the counter, and watched as one by one the patients walked in, got checked, and left in a mere three minutes. They had gotten so used to the cycle that they could do it in their sleep, heck, I could and I don't even do anything.
It wasn't until Buttercup walked in that I stood from the counter to hug her. She chuckled and hugged me back with one hand, the other was still firmly on the shirt of, none other than, Boomer. His gaze was glued to the ground and his shoulders were slumped, making it look like he didn't want to be here, but then again who would?
Buttercup pulled him toward the medical bad and sat him down. He was still in handcuffs, which was completely understandable for someone with his level of danger, but I was just surprised he wasn't restricted with anything else.
"Hi, Boomer. " Blossom spoke in her kindest tone, it was the same tone she uses to get what she wants. "I'm Blossom, and I'm head nurse here in Sinclair. I'm just going to ask you a few questions and then you'll be on your way, does that sound okay?"
He nodded, causing his blonde hair to brush the tip of his nose. He was a cutie, I had to admit that, and maybe if he wasn't a psycho killer rapist I would actually have a crush on him... Maybe.
As Blossom threw question after question at him, I couldn't help but notice how his alluring blue eyes would gaze over to me, and then rip back toward my sister after every question. It brought my body chills, and not the good kind either. Buttercup must have sense how I felt because she let go of his shirt and walked over to me.
"What's up sis? You look terrified." Her tone was a hushed whisper, which was hard for her to achieve. I fiddled with my thumbs and looked away in attempt to avoid answering the question.
"I... I'll tell you later, okay? I have lunch duty today, I'll tell you then." She nodded slowly then walked over to Boomer, who had finished his check up, to take him back to his cell.
"One down, three hundred and nineteen to go." Blossom sighed as she scribbled down everything about Boomer into his records.
And that's when something hit me. "Three hundred and nineteen? I thought that he made it three hundred and twenty one?"
Blossom spun in her chair to face me. "Do you not listen to a single word I say, Bubbles?" I smiled sheepishly and she rolled her eyes. "You remember Mrs. Robinson, that young lady that was accused of kidnapping and holding men hostage?" I nodded, she just so happened to be one of my favorites, she was around my age and we shared the same interests. "Well she hung herself two nights ago."
My heart stopped, freezing my body along with it. My hands found their way to my mouth and I gasped, trying my hardest to hold back my tears. "How does that just happen? They don't have anything-"
"She lost hope, Bubbles. She used her bed sheets, tied them to the ceiling fan, and jumped. Dr. Madrazo is performing the cremation right now."
I blinked a couple times, confused with this new found information. "Wasn't she Jewish? Isn't it against their religion?"
Blossom rolled her eyes and shrugged, spinning back to face the desk. "I find it just as shady as you do, Bubs."
I gulped loudly and excused myself to go to the bathroom. It was a short walk, but it was well needed, that room was getting stuffy. When I arrived, I grabbed onto the sink, staring coldly at the reflection before me. My blue eyes had lost all the sparkle they had this morning, and dark circles surrounded the outer edge of them. My blonde ponytail was a mess, but I didn't care. I just needed some sleep. With on last deep breath, I began to walk back to the nurses office.
We had been through a hundred fifty patients when the dreaded time came. I was hoping the day would drag on so I wouldn't have to risk seeing Boomer again, or talking to my sister. I just felt like today was to be spent on my own, sleeping or watching tv at home, especially now that the only person I talked to hung herself. Just thinking about it made my body shiver, it was terrible.
Most people had told me that my job had turned me cold, which wasn't true. Before I would cry for anything as silly as dropping my ice cream on the floor, but now it takes something really serious or life-threatening to make me even consider shedding a tear. It's just a matter of realizing what's important and what's not.
Once I got to the cafeteria, I sneaked into my favorite place, the wooden table that was glued to the wall. Not only did I have a place to sit, but also a place to rest my back. It was one of the most relaxing parts of the entire asylum, and all I had to do was keep watch on the patients and make sure to sedate anyone that got too out of hand. It was simple, and lunch was usually a calming time for everyone so I rarely had to step in.
"Hey, Bubbles!" Louis greeted as walked up to the table. I smiled kindly at him, knowing what he was going to ask, just like he did every time I was on duty. "I'm not really hungry for food... If you know what I mean." His tone was lustful and his eyes then drifted down to a place that made me reposition myself.
"Louis..." I said sternly, catching his attention once more. "You know how I feel about this."
The man shrugged, causing his long, dark hair to sway. "It was worth a shot, princess. See ya later!"
When he walked away, I let out a breath that I didn't even know I was holding, and straightened out my skirt. I still don't understand why they keep our uniforms so reveling when we have two nymphomaniacs and one guy with satyriasis. It's like they're asking for us nurses to be raped.
The sudden shift of weight on the end of the table was enough to snap me out of my thoughts. My eyes gazed over as I noticed a full head of blonde hair, and froze.
"I saw that," he said with a chuckle as he crossed his legs to sit on the table. "He asked me if I would join him in a game of tug-of-war... With his penis. It was really awkward. I respectfully denied." After a few seconds of silence, he began again. "I mean, I see how uncomfortable he made you feel, must be hard being that beautiful, huh?"
"I-I" going against my better judgement to slap him across the face, I just stayed quiet and hoped he would take a hint.
"I understand that you may feel uncomfortable around me because I 'raped, murdered, and skinned' three women, but I am really a nice guy." He put each of the accusations in air quotes which quickly caught my attention.
"Why'd you put those in air quotes?" I asked, turning to face him.
He noticed my sudden interest and smirked. "Oh, no reason." He said as he sat up from the table, grabbing a nearby deck of cards. He then took a seat at one of the empty tables in the middle of the cafeteria, leaving me with about a billion unanswered questions.
Just as I stood up to make my way over to him, Mike, one of the guards, came up to me with a shy smile on his face. "Hi Bubbles, do you need any help?" I raised an eyebrow and his olive complexion flushed a bright red. "I-I mean. Not that you can't defend yourself, I mean I know you can, they're just dangerous! I-I." He ended with a deep huff and started walking away.
"Hey, Mike, it's alright, I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me, okay?" He nodded slowly, and I saw his eyes gaze over to Buttercup who was giving him a thumbs up. I narrowed my eyebrows at her and she tried to play it off as if she was waving.
"Actually. I kind of wanted to ask you something. You know... It's an, if you want kind of thing..." I knew exactly what he was going to ask, causing my cheeks to flush a light pink.
"Yes, I will go on a date with you." I said with a smile. His face lit up and he hugged me tight.
"Thank you! I... Um I mean, yes. I'll pick you up next Friday, at seven. Sound good?" I smiled and nodded, and he did the same. An awkward silence hung between us until the announcer that dismissed lunch came on, and that's when I realized that I missed my chance! I could've talked to Boomer and found out what he meant, but I was caught up in Mike's awkward date asking. It was cute though, and I needed a date, something to get my mind off of everything that was going on at once. And to be honest, I'm glad it is with one of my childhood friends, Mike Believe.
For those who don't know, a nymphomaniac is (used of women) affected with excessive sexual desire and a satyriasis is the same but for males.