Jokers POV
The guards got mouthy with me during morning "activities" so I got mouthy back. He cut me in the arm pretty deep to teach me a lesson. Since it would be a "liability" for me to die in this hell hole, they take me to the med ward and strap me to a bed. I never am here long. The occasional bone reset, the stitches, sometimes an x ray. They are overpaid assholes who work in this area. More gossip than anything. The nurses are hot but they just aren't doing it for me. My thoughts drift off to the brunette I can't get out of my head. A tall blonde nurse named Amy comes in and takes routine vitals, she has a decent rack and nice legs. I think of short little Seph, she dresses much more modest than Amy so I use my imagination to picture her and close my eyes. I hear the two doctors on shift talking. My attention peaks knowing one is the same doctor Seph was talking to in the hallway yesterday. Dr. O'Connell I think is his name.
"So she finally said she would move in with you? About damn time. You gave her a ring, at least make it easier on you where you don't have to go back and forth from her shitty apartment on her shit part of town." I think that is Dr. Anderson. He's an asshole who volunteers for overseeing the ECT. He's a real cocksucker.
"Yeah, and we celebrated by a mind blowing fucking. She seems so innocent and quiet but damn is she good in bed. It was so good she was dreaming about it. Moaning in her sleep and everything. Almost took her again this morning but she was in such a rush." He brags and I start feeling sick to my stomach.
"It must be that Greek in her. I hear they are freaks in bed." Dr. Anderson laughs as I feel ill as it is confirmed. Seph is Dr. O'Connell fiancé. As I dreamed of touching her body last night, he was actually touching hers. It makes me livid.
The doctors notice I'm getting agitated. They are always overly liberal with their sedatives, makes their work easier. They quickly sedate me and I'm asleep.
I wake up in my cell later and become even more mad. It's night. I missed my session with Seph today. I see red and lose control, mad that an asshole like O'Connell has a girl like Seph. Mad she can't see him for what he is. Mad that I'm stuck in this shit hole. Mad I can't touch her. Mad that I can't hurt her. Next thing I know I'm hurting guards and demanding they call Dr. Sotiropoulos. I won't let them near me with sedatives.
It's like I blink and there is more blood on the wall. I don't know if it's mine or a guards. I blink again and there she is. On the other side of the glass. She's beautiful. Her hair is down, thick and wavy. She's in a simple cotton dress that looks almost as soft as her. No glasses. Leggings and a scarf. Must be cold out already. It's the first time I see her without heels. The first time we are both standing near each other. I take in how tiny she is. She's short and little. Breakable. I smile devilishly and manically.
"Well look who finally showed up. You are late for our playdate." I get closer to the glass separating us. Suddenly I throw my fist against it. She doesn't even flinch. She moves to the keypad, punches some numbers, and swipes her ID. The door opens. I don't see any guards nearby. She drops her bag by the door. I think of strangling her with the strap. Or stabbing her with a pen that's probably in there. She's a fool.
She pulls out a small clear and red box and moves to my bed, slides her shoes off and sits cross legged. "Please come sit." She asks in that soft voice. I look at the bag and see it as a potential weapon, she just makes herself comfortable. Seeing how little fear she has makes me want to hurt her more, but also it makes me...feel something I can't place. So I just stand in front of her.
Her warm hand gently lifts my arm by the forearm. She inspects my hand. It's bloody and bruised. It's the first time I notice it. She lowers it and opens the kit. I see scissors. Another weapon. But I just sit next to her. She cleans and bandages me up and I watch her face in its beautiful concentration. Everything about me wants to hurt her. Everything about me wants to be close to her. The red is fading, the voices in my head are quieting. She's making things clearer but I'm still angry.
"So I guess you were to busy fucking Dr. McDreamy in your office to bother with our session." My voice has a bitter tone in it that I don't like. It sounds almost like jealousy.
Her eyes darken in an intense way and I start getting mad expecting her to fight with me. But then I see her blink tears away and against everything in me, I soften.
"I don't like talking about my personal life at work. But apparently he has no qualms about it." Oh so she's mad at him. That makes me oddly happy. "As for you, I didn't miss our session at all." she's not happy with me either. She marches to her bag and pulls out a tablet. She clicks around and then shows me security footage. It's of my cell.
The time shows 20 minutes after our scheduled time, I'm not moving and it looks like I was only thrown partially on the cot. I see her come into the cell, rushing even. She is bending over me and checking my pulse and breathing. She tries to get me to wake up. Then she gives up and starts adjusting me on the cot. Doesn't look like the easiest task either. She puts my head on a pillow and a blanket over me. Feels my skin and takes her sweater off and puts it over me. I'm already choked up and she puts it on a faster forward and it shows she sat on this gross and cold cell floor for not only the 4 hours but past the rest of her shift. She checked my breathing and pulse every 15 minutes, she tried to wake me up. Tried to get me to eat and drink. Then in between she worked on her laptop.
I get overwhelmed by a feeling radiating from deep in me. She's looking up at me with those big Brown eyes and she looks as vulnerable at I feel. The voices tell me I should hurt her, destroy her before she destroys me. Instead I lean forward and when I hear her breath hitches, I'm done in. I kiss her. My non wounded hand going through her hair and resting on the back of her neck. I don't hear the voices at all. I don't feel the toxins through my body. I pull away and give a soft laugh that doesn't sound like me. It sounds...normal. it's startles me and she snaps out of a daze. A daze my kiss put her in and I can't help but feel proud. But next thing I know she is gone, the voices are back and I'm left alone with them.