Sweet Serial Killer
Category: TV Shows » Vampire Diaries
Author: JustLola
Language: English, Rating: Rated: M
Chapter 8: Chapter 8
Disclaim : I do not own Vampire Dairies. Or any song, movie or artist I refer to in this fanfiction.
Chapter 8
Do you think you'll, Love me too, ooh, ooh?
Ric looks from me to the stark naked man standing underneath the shower head, washing away the blood that seemed to come to life yet again as it rolled down his toned body. I swear that I am beet red, I was blushing so badly at this moment. I look at Ric like he grew a third head, I didn't know how to handle this situation thus everything felt so unreal. I must thank the darkness of the bathing chambers from hiding the red hue on my cheeks. Fuck. This was beyond awkward and I had no idea how to approach this situation. "What's going on?" Ric asks innocently, like he didn't know how wrong this was, how wrong everything was, not only with me watching my rather attractive patient taking a shower but what happened just as he came into the room, what happened in the cell, just everything. This was unprofessional on so many levels that I just couldn't keep count.
"Nothing." I rush out a bit to fast as I look towards Damon and he's acting like nothing ever happened, he just continue to scrub himself, water rippling down his toned body to the point where it disappears among the mass of water at his feet swirling down the drain. The watery footprints leading from where Damon stood to where I was standing and the fact that my shirt was lightly wet around my shoulders, clear hand prints on them go unnoticed by Ric's knowing eyes as he just raises a brow in question. "So while you are here, I'm going to freshen up really quick... Think you can handle him?" I asked mainly to Ric but I can see Damon regard me for a second, he's listening to me, he's observing me, I sound unnerving to myself and I am pretty sure that both Damon and Ric can hear it in my voice too. I was making it pretty obvious that something was going on and I just didn't want to tell Ric at this moment. I wouldn't tell him anything, I couldn't.
"Yeah. I'll have him cleaned up and dressed and in his cell after he's finished with his midnight strip tease he's currently doing." Ric says as he looks from me to Damon and well, Damon is back to washing but I can see him smirking as he shakes his head, he almost seemed proud by the fact that Ric was referring to him as a strip tease. I take a deep breath glancing longingly towards me patient, his back, I wish I could stay for the show but it seemed that the sooner I get out of here the better. If he wasn't my patient and we weren't in a mental hospital right now he would be somewhere between my sheet at home doing unthinkable things. I bite my lip and turn from the two men as I start to make my way towards the door, I needed to leave. Ric steps inside and holds the door open as I stop just before exiting the bathing chambers.
"Would you please give him some pain medication after his shower?" I softly ask towards Ric motioning towards the medication box on the ground, I don't even wait for a reply, I just dart out of the bathing chamber, because I knew Ric wouldn't say no, he would do what I ask of him. The door shut tightly behind me, I had no idea how Damon's behaviour or reaction would be towards Ric, and if he would, dare I say be good, now that I left him alone with someone else? I just could not take it anymore on how uncomfortable I was getting, how my patient made advances towards me when I clearly approved the said advances and I promoted it. I shouldn't even be considering anything in anyway with my patient. Yes I had doubts about my currently relationship but that didn't mean I could find comfort in my patient. I think it worked the other way around. That he needed to seek comfort in me to confide in me and open up a bit more.
I glance down at myself, I was still covered in blood, his blood. Is it strange that I didn't even find it somewhat disgusting at all? But then again I was not thinking rationally at the moment and I think that the wine I had earlier was clouding my mind and my judgement. Yes, I could blame everything that was going on between me and Damon on that one glass of wine I had before coming here. Who was I bluffing I couldn't blame this whole week on one glass of wine I only had today, this was on-going, continuous. But I wanted to blame something, might as well blame the wine, that's what my rational thoughts were yelling at me at the top of their lungs, nothing about this situation was rational, I wasn't rational and I think that's what got me so confused and worked up to the point where I feel crazy.
I'm standing still in the middle of the hall covered in blood trying to figure out what the hell was going on in my mind, not that I am getting anywhere with that, when I needed to rush to my office to get my spare clothes I keep for nights that actually turn into all fighters and eventually turn into me curling up on my couch and spending the night here. I start to move, my legs are slightly shaking but I'm moving slowly and it seems the slower I move the more real the situation gets, the more it sinks in that this was happening and that this was reality. I would need to do a lot of explaining to Josette in the morning but then again these things happen, never to me but they happen. And now I was talking about suicidal tendencies by patients, not sexual frustration caused by them. But I needed to admit to myself that what Damon was doing to me was wrong, it was frustrating and ignorant and I felt like an ant underneath a magnifying glass. I was at his mercy.
What if I didn't answer my phone and I never came back to the hospital tonight, what would have happened to my patient? To the hospital? Then again what if I never took the patient in the first place and he never even came here? Well I couldn't handle 'what if' situations at the moment when the fact was that he was here at the hospital and this did happen, I could not go back in time and change effects even if I could. I look down the long white hall, the small red drops of my patients' blood that leads a trial from the cell block towards the bathing chamber still where they had fallen, almost forgotten. It almost looked out of place, like it didn't belong among these white walls and floors. It seemed more like it tainted the perfect image of this hospital. We haven't had such an incident since I started working here, Klaus and Josette reported that these walls held purity. I laugh at that thought. Damon was anything but pure. Nor was I. We actually made quite the match to think of it. Him embracing his tainted side and me trying to think that I am the epitome of pure.
I finally make it to my office, it's dark and it's cold, it made me think of how I was reacting towards Tyler earlier tonight. My heart was dark and cold when it came to thoughts of the man that I was currently in a relationship with but then again I wasn't sure that anything I might think or do in my current state of mind was rational, I felt like I acted the way I should, that my coldness and darkness was just the glorious mess that I currently am. Besides we are emergency services and if something happened I had to come, I had to be here, I was on call every day, all day. He needed to understand that. But I wasn't how I would feel if I was in his shoes. I move into my office and switch on the light as I go looking from side to side to remember where I placed the additional clothing I kept here in case of an emergency, and now was an emergency. I find it without any problem and before long I start to make my way towards area where the staff could wash up. Yes we had our own little bathroom where we could freshen up.
Once in the staff lounge I move towards the bathroom area, it's white and cleansing, cleansing what you might ask? I do not have an idea and I almost laugh at the thought because I didn't feel clean when looking at the walls. I drop my sweat pants and tank top on a counter near the shower and turn towards the mirror but my eyes don't focus on my reflection. I didn't even look at myself, I already knew how I looked so there was no need in staring at the mirror constantly. I reached for the shower curtain, well actually past it towards the taps, and turn both on with some effort. I pull my hand back before it can be drenched by the water. I move back and wait for the water to start running, the steam to start multiplying, filling the room. I look down at myself, red, so much red… I have never been covered in this much red before, I never even liked this colour, it never suited me that much. I kick of my kitten heals and push them to the side, they were ruined as well, no way I would be wearing them ever again.
I start pulling at my shirt, it's sticky, well that's pretty obvious why it's sticky thou, I almost roll my eyes at myself. I pull it up and over my head, throwing it to the side. With some bleach and chemicals I might get it cleaned. I sigh, I didn't really feel like it though. I look down at the newly revealed skin, and there is no blood covering it, which I was rather thankful for. Luckily my bra was saved by this whole ordeal and I could salvage it and wear it after my shower, I didn't feel like pointing my barely B-cups into anyone's face, much less my patients. I can already imagine the field day my patient would have if I walked into his cell with pointy tits. I unclip my bra making it fall from my body and I stop it with my arms, taking it and placing it with my other clean clothes. The thought of my patient ever seeing me in just my underwear, seemed not as unpleasant as I thought but it was absurd nether the less. I shake my head from side to side. Stop it. That was not going to happen. Damon wasn't going to see me with or without my underwear.
The room was steaming up pretty fast and it was getting more humid and warmer by the second. I unbutton the button of my pants and pull the zipper down, it's my favourite pair of black slacks that I had, I bought them last year on a special and I just fell in-love with them. I would probably not be able to salvage it, the smell of blood already reeking from it, making me sick to my stomach. I really didn't like the sight or the smell of blood. I could probably place it in bleach but that would clearly ruin it and I would not be able to wear it as it might get bleach marks on it. Either way I would find a way to salvage my poor slacks. They didn't do anything to deserve this.
I slide both my slacks and my pair of black boy shorts down my legs to the ground and step out of them quickly kicking them to the side, I would need to take care of that later. Yeah I would salvage my slacks but I regard the shirt for a moment and surely it would be burned or something. Strangely enough, I wanted the thing that I couldn't fix but I was throwing away the things that still seemed intact. Was there something wrong with me or my thinking? Maybe. Maybe I was going crazy just like the rest of the patients in this place but I doubt that.
I look up and my eyes catch my reflection in the mirror, I am not even shocked by what I see, there was still a smudge of blood on my cheek. The smudge that my patient had left on me when he touched my cheek, well when he stroked my cheek. My hand automatically reaches out towards the smudge and I lightly touch it at the smeared blood, the humidity in the room was making me sweat and it made the smudge slick. I only seem to smear the blood even further down my cheek. I should wash it off, I should clean it. I should get into the fucking shower and stop procrastinating. I pull the shower curtain to the side and step into the water, I welcome the hot drops of water that rain down on my skin.
The water consumes me, it was drowning me in a sea of the unknown, washing away anything that might have had the pleasure of touching my skin. Even the finger prints that belonged to none other but my patient. His fingers had touched me, he touched my skin… It made me think, I quiver at that thought, I would be lying if I said that I did not want him to touch me again. But then I imagine Tyler touching Olivia... Olivia and Tyler…Olivia… and Tyler…. Dr. Liv and my boyfriend. Why was this bothering me so much, not the thought that Tyler might be touching her but the thought of them together? Why was I worried that it might be true? Maybe because I was entertaining the thought. I was feeding the idea that Damon had planted in my mind and if I kept on feeding it I would not like what will happen. But then again why would the nurses say that Tyler visits Olivia? Unless he really did visit her behind my back and I never really took note of it because I'm too busy worrying about people, about my patients. Come to think of it he does always seem to be in touch with her, always talking and greeting and everything, it's like he was in constant communication with her. Was there really something going on that I did not know of? What if it was true? What would I do about it? Would I even do anything about it?
Would I confront them, I highly doubt it because I didn't have any proof? Would I say anything that might indicated that I know about something that was going on between the two of them, maybe mention that the nurses like to gossip? What if Tyler was cheating on me with Olivia? What would I do if it was true? I bite my lip a bit harder this time… I'm entertaining those 'what if' situations again and I know it was going to eat away at my mind if I kept thinking of it, if I didn't stop now it would be all I think of. It would eat me up alive and swallow me without a problem. But I just couldn't shake the thought. I mean why would Damon even say that if it wasn't true, why would he mention such a thing. Maybe he was just seeking the thrill of seeing me upset about it. He wouldn't do that would he? I doubt it highly, maybe he was just trying to be protective, but that raised the question on why he would want to protect me. I shift my thoughts to the other thing he had said and it made me shiver to the point where I need to turn up the heat. Goose bump covering my flesh all over.
What was his exact words? Oh yes I remember because I start blushing again, a blood red, I'm sure of it. '…you are one beautiful woman, I wouldn't mind having my way with you. Keeping you for myself. Not let anyone ever lay a hand on you again...' I couldn't help but almost moan at that the thought of that slipped eagerly into my mind as I mull it over for a few second. His voice, that velvet voice… The way he had said it, every word that left his mouth as he said it, hell I was suddenly aroused by the thought of him bending me over the desk in my office pounding into me mercilessly as I moan his name over and over again. I take a deep breath, it's shaky and the steam makes my chest contract. This was not happening and I was not going to have sexual related thoughts about my patient or what he could and most likely would do to me. An image of his godlike body flashes in my mind and I shake it instantly.
I was busy playing with fire, pouring more gasoline with every thought that swept into my mind and if I played for much longer I would get burnt and I did not want that but they say love is like standing in the sun to long, getting burnt just to know that you did experience it, only problem was this was not love, far from it. Maybe he was doing all of this just to get a reaction out of me and might I say that he was quite successful, maybe what he said was just silly antics to get my mind of off the real problem at hand. I should compliment him because his antics are almost working, almost. But I need to be smarter than this, I needed to be two steps in front of him. I couldn't believe that Tyler is cheating on me even if I was already clearly sure he was nor must or will I believe that the guard have impure thoughts of me even thou I know they might have fantasized about most of the staff in here. The only thing I was sure about was that my patient was making me beyond frustrated, and I meant that in a sexual context, by his antics and the way he spoke and then just the sight of him in the shower. I sigh, I was messed up I knew. This was going to be a never ending story.
I reach for the taps and close the water, instantly missing the warmth and comfort that the water presented. I should just have taken a cold shower instead, maybe that would have worked. I know my patient was most likely on his way towards the new cell as per request and that they would be waiting for me to tend to his wounds. His wounds…Why would he have done it in the first place, why would he have cut himself? My mind jump to the other thing he had mentioned. Was he serious when he said that he could not wait until tomorrow to see me again in the session? Something was awfully strange about this whole ordeal if you ask me, I just could not put my finger on it. I grad a towel and quickly make work of my body and hair, drying what I can to the point where the towel is heavy in my hands. I place the towel on the railing and look around the bathroom, steam clouding my vision from left to right. I needed to get my head straight before I went back to my patient. Before I could speak to him again.
I grab at my clothes and throw them on carelessly, not even focusing on whether it's the right way around but soon my bra is in place and I clip it on my back making sure that it is secure, I pull my sweat pants up around my thighs and hips, leaving the strings to dangle. It was a simple pair of sweat pants, low on the hips. I might just as well tie the strings but I would do that on my way back to my patient, I hated to go semi commando but then again I couldn't wear my underwear when they were just as dirty as my pants, need I remind you that I sat in that pool of blood for some time before we moved towards the bathing chambers. I pull on my tank top and take a deep breath as I glance towards the mirror. An inch of my stomach is showing and I'm sporting some serious cleavage but there was nothing I could do at the moment, this was the only clothing that I had available. I look at myself it wasn't me staring back at me. It was the clean one, the pure one, without the tainted thoughts and lusting heart. I roll my eyes and comb my finger through my hair before I pull my hair up into a messy bun and take a deep breath.
I reach for my dirty clothes as I pull my pants and shirt together placing it with my shoes. I would place it in my office and come and get it when I leave a bit later. I start to move, my feet don't feel as heavy as they did when I walked here, my movement somewhat faster than before. My feet feel lighter. Yet, even with a shower, and the soap I didn't feel clean, but not in the sense that I was dirty but in the sense that I was tainted. I don't even understand where that thought comes from, I just feel strange, indifferent.
I make my way to my office and make sure to place the clothes in a bag I grab from one of my cabinets I didn't want any other place being smudged with blood besides my clothes. To think I still needed to clean the hall, the mess my patient had made, I had to clean up his blood that he carelessly let drip like he didn't even care if he was bleeding out and could die. I would do that after I tended to him. I sigh, I was going to have a late night tonight, but I couldn't care less it was already late as it is. I mean I had nothing better to do. To think of it, I never even got a reply text from Tyler, which was strange all together because he usually does reply. I stop in my tracks as I look towards my office. Where the hell was my phone anyway? I know I had it with me when I left the restaurant. But I can't remember walking into the hospital with it. Did I leave it in the car? I would need to check, I would ask either Marcel or Ric to just check for me because I had a slight feeling that I could have been pickpocketed by my patient but that was the last thought on my mind. He would never do that, besides where would he keep it? I hope so.
I turn the corner and Marcel and Ric are standing at the entrance of the cell patiently waiting for me to arrive and take the patient of off their hands. The door is open which I find strange all together. I raise a brow as both men look to me and is that a smirk I see on Marcels face as he looks me over. I shudder because indeed he was smirking as he looked me over from head to toe, I feel uncomfortable as I pull the bottom of my tank top down but regret it instantly because now I am revealing a bit more cleavage and I swear I see stars in his eyes. I look to Ric as he has this frown on his face, yip Ric would never look to me in that way that I was sure because I knew he secretly liked, well, loved Josette, she just didn't know it yet. At the moment Ric seems off and it's very hard to read him, he's a closed book. I should be pensive and alert because there might have happened something that I was not aware off. "Everything okay?" I ask making my way towards them.
"Yeah. He's clean and dressed and I gave him two pain killers for the time being." Ric say rather rudely and I frown towards him. He's in a rather foul mood, had something happened while I was in the shower? Did my patient do anything to Ric? Did he say anything that might have upset Ric? I could not be sure but I knew that was highly unlikely because my patient never spoke to anyone other than me. I noticed that much. He spoke openly with me but to others he wouldn't even make a peep.
"Thank you. Listen I can't find my phone could one of you please just go check my car?" I ask with a small innocent smile on my face like I didn't even notice how Ric was towards me. I look to Marcel and he is a bit overly eager as his eyes light up, not like he was going to find any hidden nudes I took on my phone because I didn't do that often, well never I had better morals than that. I look from Ric and he just nods his head towards Marcel like he doesn't have a care in the world. "Marcel?" I ask politely as I looked towards the brown eyed man in anticipation.
"Sure Dr. Gilbert. I'll go and check for you." Marcel says as he starts to make his way towards me, his movement a bit faster then usual. He stops a mere foot from me and I feel like my personal space is being invaded by his closeness. And how he looked at me earlier didn't really help at the moment because I felt awkward as hell but he just seems not to notice and smiles towards me revealing his teeth. "Keys?" He asks and I have to frown yet again because where the hell was my car keys? If I were my car keys where would I be? I frown because where the hell was my car keys? Most likely they were in my office. Or at the front desk, I might even have left them in the car because I was in a hurry to get to the hospital. To get to my patient.
"Check my office or maybe the front desk ok?" I say softly and he just nods his head towards me before he's out of my sight and the only one that is left behind is Ric and my patient but he was in his cell so that didn't count. Ric's eyes are scanning over me, like he's assessing me, there was seriously something different about him then there was before I left for the shower. Did something happen? "Ric?" I ask a bit unsure as I take another step towards him, he glances down towards his shoes and he frowns, he had bad news I knew it. I anticipated that he might have bad news but never really thought about it until I was facing him now.
"I had to inform Josette." I raise a brow. Okay so he phoned Josette and told her about the whole incident, I would have done it after I looked at Damon's wounds and made sure he was okay. I would have phoned her as well, but then again he was head of security so he had to inform her of any and all incident that did happen at the hospital, so it wasn't that unusual but I guess what he said after this was what this was all about.
"And?" I ask placing my hand on my hip waiting for him to continue, I furrow my brows… There was a 'but' I knew it, it was looming in the darkness like a shark in the deep blue see. I could see the fin poking out making its way towards me. All I needed now was that Jaws back ground music as he told me what was going on. I wasn't going to like what he has to say, or what Josette had to say. I already knew it.
"She wants to see you tomorrow at 09:00 in her office about what happened." I tilt my head to the side, that wasn't what she said and I knew it, he was just being diplomatic about the whole thing, but that was what I liked about Ric. "Enjoy your last few moments with your patient." This was said a bit lower and I had to strain my ears to even hear what he said. I frown because I could not believe it, they couldn't take Damon away from me, they couldn't just do that, I mean so my patient tried to commit suicide, every patient does it now and again, there was nothing to worry about. Okay I didn't mean it like this but they first needed to understand why he did it before they jump to conclusions.
"What?" I find myself saying and Ric almost looks like he feels bad about what he had just said, like he regretted telling me this piece of information. Still they could not take my patient without me giving him over to another doctor, and I would not be doing that. Damon was my patient and believe me there was no way any other hospital nor doctor would accept him, not in this life or in the next. I knew the trouble I was getting into when I accepted him, when I signed my name on the transfer papers, that hasn't even left Josette office yet.
"We'll talk about this later." Ric says and I know that we shouldn't even be speaking about this when my patient was right inside the cell next to us, he could probably hear every word, he most likely heard Ric right now when he told me the absurd news. How would Damon react to this? I was actually terrified to know what was running through his thoughts at the moment. "I'll go and get a medical kit so you can look at his wrists." Ric says casually, turning on his heel, walking down the hall, slower than usual. He wasn't even in a hurry. Should I find this strange or not? Yes, I found this whole situation strange.
Fuck this. I walk to the door and turn towards the brightly lit room, the light almost blinding me in the process. My patient is sitting on the bed, luckily fully dressed in the clothes I got for him, slouched over, his arms on his legs, he seems to be looking at the wound he had inflicted on his wrists. They had stopped bleeding thank god for that, I wasn't sure if I could handle more of his blood on my hands. I clear my throat and he instantly looks up, his eyes meeting mine, they seem brighter than they did. He scans his eyes over me and he smirks, I don't find it revolting that he's checking me out, I almost smile to him but I just keep calm, staring at him. "I thought you wouldn't come back." Damon say and I can hear the desperation in his voice, did he really think I would just leave him? I did say that I would look at his wounds. And here I was.
"What? Did you actually miss me?" I ask with a flirty smile on my lips, I saunter into the room, my feet barely making any noise as I walk, he's watching me glimpsing at my feet for a few seconds, I watch him smile, he like's seeing me like this, this casual. I would have liked to cover myself in a jacket maybe but I guess I would just have to endure the looks he was sporting my way until I looked at his wrists. I could do that. I make my way to where he is sitting on the bed. I shouldn't be playing with fire. Not like this. But it doesn't stop me for one second. I felt so vulnerable right now, I wasn't in my usual work attire, I was in a tank top sporting a shit load of cleavage, a bit of my stomach showing, giving a glimpse of the skin between my navel and my waist band of my sweat pants and I was barefoot. I didn't even walk around like this when I was alone with Tyler.
I hear him chuckle softly, he's watching me, his eyes following my every step until I am in front of him and I kneel down in front of him, my cleavage almost in his face. Even thou I was a few inches away from him I could feel his body radiating heat and that made me shiver again, he was so warm. "No, but it seems you missed me, didn't you get enough of a show in the shower? Now you're here to seal the deal?" I blush at his words but something I have learned about him in the few times I have seen him was that he opened up a bit more when you played his game. When you talked like he talked, played like he played.
"Not on the first date sweetheart." I purr with a wink as I reach out towards his left arm, he remains completely still as I touch his skin, my fingertips traveling over his skin and is that goose bumps on his skin? Something I have notices as well, he dislikes it when you touch him, he's not that fond of touching, if he touched you then so be it, but just don't touch him. Right now I wasn't sure if he was going to swat my hands away or let me continue. I look at the cuts, studying them as I run my finger along the horizontal cuts he had made with the shard of mirror, the cuts wasn't too deep and I could probably just place some bactroban ointment on it and bandage it up. But I might just know why he had done it, this now prevent us from confining him, from placing him in either hand cuffs or a straitjacket, well played Damon, well played. "Why did you do it?" I ask in thought as I examine his wounds lightly creasing his arm as I go. I hear a soft moan escape his lips.
"Do what?" Damon asks like he had no idea what I was talking about and right now I'm testing him, I want to know what's going on in his mind, what was he thinking. If he was going to let me in, I desperately needed to know if I could trust him, if I could understand what was going on in that beautiful head of his.
"Cut yourself silly? Your skin isn't paper you shouldn't cut it." I say with a soft smile as I move to his other wrist and I examine the cuts, there is one deep gash that would probably need stitches, I'm not good with that kind of thing but I'll see what I can do to ensure that these don't leave permanent damage on his soft skin.
"Why do you care?" his question catches me of guard, he almost sounds harsh, was it maybe because I called him silly? I look up into his blue eyes, they captivate me for what seems like the longest of times. "I'm a lost cause Elena, I'm losing myself with every minute I spend in this hell hole." His word stung, worse than the fact that Tyler might be cheating on me, worse than that time I fell and broke my arm. His words actually hurt me to the point where I lean forward closing the distance between us. Why would I not care for him? How can one person feel like this like no one could or would care for him? How can he feel like he's losing himself when I'm trying my level best to find him? And I wanted to find him, the real him. I was going to find him.
"Listen." I say a bit louder then I intended but his attention remains on me. "I will lose myself if it means that I can find you." I softly say and I mean every single word that leaves my mouth, his eyes go wide for a mere second like I shocked him with my words. I don't know what came over me, why those words had left my mouth but that was how strongly I felt about my patient at the moment and the thing is I knew that tomorrow, tomorrow might come and they might take him away from me, I might not even be his doctor the moment I leave this door but it made me want to be here so much more. It made me want to help him so much more, spend time with him and just understand him.
"You say that like you don't even believe yourself." Damon says a bit unsure and I think now this place was really getting to him, that he was now only lashing out at the fact that I was trying so hard. I was trying so hard to understand him. I don't think anyone has ever done anything for him. "I heard your rent-a-cop tell you that you should enjoy your last few moments with me… Does that mean they're taking me to a new doctor, that I will no longer be handled by you?" So he had heard it, who was I bluffing anyway, of course he heard Ric say that. I actually think that Ric wanted him to hear it.
"You heard that?" I softly ask. No point in hiding it from him, he would know sooner than later. Once he was assigned a new doctor I wouldn't be able to see him again. I would not be allowed to see him because it might interfere with his evaluation. I knew how Josette's head worked and she would probably think that he tried to commit suicide because he didn't want me as his doctor, that I was the problem.
"It was hard not to, I don't want another doctor…" his velvet voice a whisper as I look up to him, he was serious, Ric intentionally said that for him to hear, what was Ric getting at? He was just making my patient worse by informing him about this. "I'll only work with you." His eyes look away from mine for a few second and then he's focussing on the door. Ric must be back or Marcel either way someone was at the door. I look to my side and indeed it was Ric, he walks into the cell casually and he places the medical kit next to me. I glare towards him and he just sighs.
"I'll be mopping up the floors if you're looking for me." Ric calls over his shoulder and he seems so nonchalant, like he doesn't even care that he's leaving me alone with my patient who I remind you is a sociopath serial killer. I doubt that Ric even trusted him enough to leave him without confines but then again this was the last few moments I would be spending with Damon so he might as well give me some privacy. He might loosen the reigns just because I wouldn't see him again.
"Thanks." I say hard enough for him to hear me, I grab the medical kit and pull it towards me, opening it next to me as I look over the contents. I leave his wrists momentarily and I start to look around the medical kit until I can no longer hear Ric's footsteps in the hall but I do hear the security door to this wing shut and I am once again left alone with my patient, absolutely alone, if something happened to me now they would not be able to get to me in time. The trust that I have in Damon was actually surprising, this whole night was a change in events to say the least. I look to Damon and his eyes are narrowed in on mine again, he's studying me again.
"You're my favourite." He says offhand and I focus in on him. Our eyes meet as I watch him, my hands fidget somewhat because I have no idea what he was talking about.
"Favourite what?" I wonder aloud and it scared me how at peace I feel while being in this cell with him. I watch him smirk, he looks so damn attractive when he smirks. There should be a law for a man to not be that attractive.
"Oh well," he stammered. "Well just that. My favourite pair of eyes to look into. My favourite name to hear when they tell me I have a session. My favourite way to spend an hour every other day. Fill in the blank, Elena…I left it at favourite for a reason…" he leans closer to me, his face just above mine, we are a mere inch apart from one another. I have no idea what to say back but to tell him what he wants to hear. What I want to hear.
"You're my favourite too." I whisper and to be honest, he was my favourite patient and that is when I feel his lips, as he places them lightly to my parted lips in a soft peck, he stays there for a few seconds but he pulls away and I am dumbstruck as I look to him in complete and utter surprise. Had he just kissed me? Did that just happen? That couldn't have just happened. I mean I might be imagining this. But I knew I wasn't. When he kissed me it felt like a storm was rising beneath my skin, and I enjoyed it. Every second that it lasted.
"Then stay as my doctor or I might give this hospital a reason to fear me..." he trialled off as he pulled back and I still feel like I am glued in place as I stare at him. Was he threatening me, was he threatening the people of the hospital? What did he even mean by those words? I was so confused at the moment that I didn't know what the hell to think. I want to say something, anything but I can't find my voice, and I can't tell whether I enjoyed or regretted that attempt of a kiss but I stumble back in the process and fall flat on my ass. He seems amused as he stared at me, his wrist still wresting on his legs.
I open my mouth to reply, to say something but there is absolutely nothing. I didn't expect this, I didn't know what to do, or what to say or if I wanted him to do it again. But it should have never happened in the first place, this was not professional at all. Fuck. I shake my head. I look to the medical kit and it's like I go into a complete frenzy and he knows that he has won, he has won a battle that was yet to erupt. He had won me, he owned me now. I grab for the bactroban and I open it, my fingers are playing fools as they fidget with the opening and once it's opened I almost spill all the contents onto Damon's arms, but I couldn't care less because I just wanted to finish this and get out of here before something else might happen. I felt this need to get out of here, I wanted to get home and just clear my head to get away from all this crazy.
I spread the ointment over the wounds and he doesn't even flinch as I do this. I'm caught in this suspension of time, the minutes just melt together, feelings get muddle, and my head feels both heavy and airy at the same time "Elena…" my name rolls of his tongue and it sends a shiver down my back and I instantly look up towards his eyes as I move to his other arm. "Sometimes we put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down… You care more than I thought was possible." The words seem odd but strangely enough they were true. I did care enough to break down all the wall that was currently erected.
"Please just stop." I find myself saying grabbing for a bandage. I start with his right arm as I tie the piece of material around his arm to prevent any bleeding and too keep the wounds from pulling open. But I'm, not even sure why I am doing this, I could leave the wounds open to dry, but then again I didn't want him to bleed all over the bed tonight if they started bleeding again.
"Stop what?" Damon asks and I shake my head. He needed to stop everything he was doing, he needed to stop this shit, so I could be his doctor, so I could evaluate him, so I could get him to leave… I didn't want him to leave did I? I didn't want to finish the evaluation if I knew that he would be taken away again. Why? Why was I feeling this for a person I barely know yet it felt like I knew him since we were both born. What was going on? Was I losing my grip on the patient? Was I losing my grip on myself and on the situation? I couldn't be too sure of anything. I just knew that right now I felt too overwhelmed to do anything.
"I'm your doctor Damon, I need to take care of you, I can't have you doing this…" I trail of moving to his other hand. He knew exactly what I was referring to, what I was talking about. "I am strictly here to evaluate you, nothing else." I say and I must have thought that out loud because I can already see the cogs in his mind working hard to work that against me, to turn my words against me and this could have been the single thing that could lead to me losing his trust. "Don't place me in an awkward position please?" I ask in a rush almost pleading and he chuckles like this is all a big joke to him but somehow I know he's just reflecting.
"Then promise me you'll remain my doctor." Damon says and I can see the threat in his eyes, it's looming there in the depth of his soul. This would not be a promise but more of me taking a plea deal.
"We'll see." I say as I finish up his arm and I rise to my feet in one swift movement stumbling somewhat. "Why do you want me so badly anyway?" I find myself asking as I reach for the medical kit placing everything back the way I found it and closing it securely as I look back towards the raven haired man who seems to be unaffected by his surroundings, by this situation.
"I want what I can't have…" I raise a brow. He wants what he can't have? Surely he wasn't talking about me and if he was, in what way was he referring to? "Besides you're the only person I can handle around here." He continues and this makes me frown deeply. I find myself blushing a beet red as I turn my head from him.
"We'll see what happens in the morning." I say as I make my way towards the door of the cell and I turn to him one last time my eyes meeting his, he's still in the same position he was when I got here, the only thing that changed was he had bandages on his wrists and he was smirking like the cat whole stole the cream. "Tell me why you tried to commit suicide?" I ask one last time hoping that he would tell me the truth this time around. That this wasn't just a game he was playing and that I could take him serious because right now everything felt like a joke and that he was toying with me.
"I didn't try to commit suicide." Damon calls to me innocently and I raise a brow, was he going to continue or was he going to leave me hanging a bit more, I wasn't sure if I could handle that. "I just hate hand cuffs and straitjackets… besides I got to see you." Damon calls and he's completely sincere as he says this. I give him half a smile, it's forced as I start to walk out of the door. I still had no idea what was going on in my head, and now there was the 'kiss' more like a peck but still it only seemed to make things more awkward then it already was.
"Good night Damon." I call to him as I close the door and it instantly locks. I liked the new technology and all, maybe I would keep Damon in these cells if he remained my patient. I tried to get my mind of off everything but it was like a boomerang going back to my patient and what had happened, tonight was one big mess, situation after situation.
"Sleep tight Elena… Have sweet dreams about me…." I hear his voice as I start to make my way towards the main hall and to where I knew Ric would be waiting or cleaning or what the hell even he was busy doing. That last statement just had this effect on me that left my stomach making a flip flop and it wasn't as unpleasant as I thought it would be. I wouldn't be dreaming of him, well maybe but hell I would not mind having him running around in my dreams from time to time, that was the only place I could indulge into my dark side and think of everything that I would and could do to my sociopath. My sociopath, it actually had a ring to that. Still it unnerved me that he held this much power over me, that he could make or break me, and currently one more push and I would fall and shatter, it felt like that kiss made him my legal custodian and I didn't like the thought of that.
Things could not get any worse or complicated than they were already right? It was too soon to ask.