The stench of old people reached my unwelcoming nostrils as I flitted back into to consciousness, the light stinging at my eyes like two swarms of hostile hornets.
I began to sit up, but felt a pull in my forearm. I glanced down to see what was restricting my movement.
My body froze at the shine of a metallic spear piercing my stratum corneum.
Needle, have to get it out. I can't risk it, they're putting weird shit in me, aren't they? They're trying to kill me! I have to get it out, I can't let it happen again. No, never again.
I yanked the cruel silver needle from arm and felt burning tears tower in my eyes. Furiously I wiped the disgraceful creatures from my eyes.
"I'm fine, I'm safe now. No more needles, no more needles."I chanted madly to myself, hugging my knees to my chest.
Suddenly a tall figure burst through the door.
"Bailey, are you alright? Did they hurt you?" He asked, his brow furrowed.
My chest constricted "Needles."
He sprinted to my side, his massive hand trailing comfortably up and down my back.
"It's fine now, no more of those nasty n-words here anymore." He cooed.
"'N-words', wow, Paul, that's genius. If I didn't know better I'd think you were referencing something else."I choked, forcing a smile on my lips, I'm surprised my face didn't crumble like rock.
"That's better, at least you're leaving sarcastic remarks and not just chanting 'I'm Safe' and 'needles' like a mental freak." Paul sighed, massaging his temples.
"I told you I didn't like hospitals." I groaned.
"You were hurt I didn't have an option." He growled, staring at me.
Is it just me or has the temperature increased a few degrees?
"I could have fixed myself, I've done it before." I mumbled.
"You've done it before? You mean you've been hurt like this before? Who did it? I'll kill them." He roared, his body shaking violently.
"Woah, woah! Everything's fine, calm down, I don't want any murders on my behalf." I stated, placing my hand on his shoulder.
That's funny, it doesn't feel like a shoulder, it feels like the side of the Titanic, scary. Note to self, do not make Paul angry.
"Who hurt you? Tell me, now." Paul said through gritted teeth.
Oh, just Mom sometimes, the occasional mommy's boyfriend and not mention Sandy.
"Nobody hurts me, I fell." I argued.
"Bull shit! Falling doesn't get you hurt like that!"
"Obviously you haven't met me!"
"Do you not trust me? Is that it? If not I understand, I'll just go." Paul's voice shattered, like a mirror being thrown to the ground by a child.
God, he's emo.
"No, no, I trust, it's just...." She'd do worse than kill me if she found out I'd told.
"God, Bailey-"
A nurse knocked lightly on the door as she walked in.
Paul sunk back in his chair and my heart raced.
"How're you doin' hun?" She asked, her cold hand cupping my cheek.
"Fine."
Her gaze trailed to the needle on the side of my bed.
"Oh, that must've fallen out, let me put it back in for you. It won't hurt a bit I promise." She reassured, carefully picking up the needle and craddling it like it was some delicate thing like a bubble or a baby.
My eyes widened, wider than I thought humanly capable.
Paul's giant russet hand placed itself on the nurses, "No thank you, she is afraid of needles."
"Oh, but it won't hurt, I promise baby." She comforted, looking over her glasses at me, "I'm rather good at this now, it won't feel like anything."
I shook my head the best I could.
"I said no." He glared.
She glanced at Paul and shrugged, scribling something on her clip board.
"Well, she looks fine, just make sure she doesn't do too much physical activity or else the cuts will reopen." The nurse mumbled, staring accusingly at Paul.
Oh, she thinks he's my boyfriend and will sleep with me. Probably thinks he's abusive too. How wrong she is.
"I've got it. Come on Bailey, or do you want me to carry you?" Paul said, a cocky grin dancing on his lips.
"I'm too fat you can't lift me."
"You're not fat." He picked me up in his arms, "See?"
He was so warm, or maybe that was just because I was so nervous I was blushing? I guess that could be it.
"You're just strong like a mutant, now put me down, I command you o mighty giant." Muttered, looking away from him.
"Alright."
He put me on the floor, then I remembered I was in that stupid paper hospital dress. Why the hell do they make you wear that anyway?
I looked over at the nurse, who was staring at us with a bemused expression, "Do you have me clothes somewhere?" I asked nervously.
She nodded, "You can go to the bathroom, I'll bring your clothes in so you can change."
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"Okay, here are your clothes." I heard the nurses voice say, "Can you open the door so I can hand them to you?"
Don't open the door.
"You can pass the clothes underneath the stall, right? Or over?" I questioned, nervous.
If you haven't noticed, I'm paranoid.
"I'm not going to hurt you, just open the door." Her laugh was weird, something about it was off, it was too pretty.
It was quiet.
"Well, if you're not going to open the door, I'll come in myself."
I stared in horror as the door of the stall was ripped from its hinges, exposing the nurse with a feral expression encompassing her face.
"Now dearie, come over here so I can give you your clothes."
My eyes scanned the room there was nowhere to go, I obviously couldn't hide.
Weapon, find a weapon.
The door, no too heavy.
Fling door at mirror or evil nurse, possibility.
I heaved all my strenght into lifting the door and flinged it in the general direction of the nurse. If it missed it would hit a mirror and it would shatter in the stupid bitch's face.
The mirror shattered, splaying little reflective pieces across the floor.
The nurse just stood there unscathed, brushing remnants of the mirror off her uniform.
"Tsk, tsk, now I'll make sure you concious when I drain you blood, so you can watch as I suck the life from you."
She leaped at me like a lioness onto a lamb, fangs bared like two white needles from her mouth.
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