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After seeing her in an unresponsive state after Mr Osborn's outburst, Colin had strongly recommended to Doctor Scott that Hayley take the night off. And by some miracle the doctor had agreed. Hayley had only spoke to question who would start the patient's new course of sleeping pills that night. Apparently, Human Resources at OsCorp had finally approved their request and given Ravencroft funding for extra staff in the West wing. Along with more trained riot guards on patrol, an additional three nurses had been assigned to that wing – Doctor Scott had chosen candidates that lacked the required skills so that they could be easily manipulated. The three female nurses were also extremely attractive, as the doctor hoped they would appeal to Mr Osborn's patent for dating models. Maybe now he would forget that ginger twit and start being more receptive to Doctor Scott's treatment techniques. He would try out the curvaceous Cheryl first.

That evening, Hayley sat in bed with a cold and neglected Pot Noodle, reflecting on Harry's sudden change earlier that day. She knew he'd be angry; it was stupid to think he'd be pleased, especially considering how he'd reacted when they tried to take a sample previously. Sure she hadn't been his therapist long but Hayley honestly thought she had built a little bit of trust between them.

Mindlessly lifting a forkful of limp noodles into her mouth, Hayley remembered the way Harry had looked at her before Colin had grabbed him. The raw hurt and anger in his eyes was just so ferocious it had honestly scared her more than when he had broken her fingers. Hayley had never seen someone look so betrayed – she felt like a failure. It was like Doctor Scott was setting her up to fail, like he didn't believe in her as a psychiatrist. Which he didn't of course, hence why he hired her as a nurse and forced her to do psychotherapy but without the title.

Sure she was young but maybe that was why Harry trusted her because they were similar ages. All she knew now was that all her hard work had been undone… and that the Pot Noodle tasted disgusting. Setting it on her bedside table, she quickly brushed her teeth in the bathroom before returning to her bed to sleep.

Sleep did not come easily for Hayley that night. Her Amitriptyline tablets always made her sleepy, however she suffered from chronic nightmares, many of which involved fire. Though tonight was an exception…

Hayley dreamt she was standing in a bright circular room, full of strange scientific devices she had never seen before - it looked like she had stepped into an episode of Dr Who. She was alone. The strip lights above were overly bright, hurting her eyes as she inspected an extraordinary metal robot with eight long arms locked away behind some glass.

All of a sudden, a loud shout of pain coming from behind caught her attention. Spinning around wildly, Hayley saw Harry Osborn in a black t-shirt and jeans, on his knees clutching at his body. The pain looked so intense that Harry was ripping off his shirt like it was burning his skin. Alarm bells started to ring and the lights began to flash, except nothing could disturb Hayley's focus on the man's naked back. Harry leaned backwards yelling out at the uncontrollable searing agony that was overtaking his body. He then collapsed on the floor in front of her, his body shaking as if he was having a seizure. Hayley tried to close her eyes, look away, anything to not witness Harry coming apart before her. But she couldn't move. She was stuck, rooted in place, unable to blink, eyes forced to watch the man turn into a monster.

Harry's body began to pulse, veins throbbing abnormally green, whilst his voice never ceased with its penetrating screams. It looked like he was burning inside; sweat dripping profusely off his back and forehead. Hayley uncomfortably observed how his muscles and bones seemed to be reforming themselves, making Harry move erratically on the floor. He gripped the ground like a caged animal as his nails began to grow, his hair lost that pretty boy side sweep due to his excessive sweating, and angry green sores covered his body. Even his teeth began to shatter because he was gnashing them together so violently.

Harry Osborn was dying. Hayley was watching a man die.

Finally, he began to crawl away from her, pulling himself towards a green metallic suit. The glass doors enclosing it opened when Harry neared them, breathing heavily, as if it was his only hope to reach it. Hayley wished she could go to him; ease his pain instead of standing frozen like an idiot. After what seemed like an eternity, Harry was at last standing up in the suit, sighing deeply as it began to mould to his body. The suit whirred and beeped as it came to life and responded by starting to hover on a glider above the ground. Harry opened his eyes, revealing a more intense shade of ice blue, as he smiled wickedly at Hayley, finally noticing her. The pain that plagued him before seemed to have vanished. Silently he glided to where she stood, reaching out to grasp her hands in his. Harry smiled innocently. Then he twisted both her hands, laughing as she screamed in agony when her wrist bones snapped and broke through skin…

"SHIT!" Hayley screamed, sitting bolt upright in her bed, knocking the lamp beside her over in fright and spilling noodles everywhere.

Even her fingernails had nipped into her palms and drawn blood she was so scared. She had never had a nightmare that vivid before. It was so real. Like she had actually been in the room when Harry transformed. Hayley had tried to forget what she had seen in that video clip she'd discovered in his computer file. The security camera angle hadn't caught the whole of Harry's metamorphosis into the Goblin, she had only heard his screams, seen him pointing a gun to an older man, and seen him writhing on the ground.

But that dream… her imagination wasn't that good! Maybe it was because they were in such close contact that Hayley's subconscious mind had run wild tonight.

Getting out of bed, she decided to take a very long and very cold shower. It was obvious she wasn't going to sleep tonight.

Someone else was having trouble sleeping; the Goblin was pacing his cell in the dead of night. He had refused to take his second sleeping pill that evening and was now slightly regretting it.

After Hayley had left the cell, the two guards had sedated him and removed all his chains, bar the cuffs around his feet, like they did every time his therapy sessions ended. He had so much pent up rage when he awoke that upon seeing some blonde outside his door with the medication, the Goblin tried to throw the spare chair in his room at her through the glass window. Obviously those stupid guards had forgotten to remove it. And now he was awake, bored, and pondering why Hayley had not returned for her night shift. Not that we wanted to see her, she had betrayed him after all. But then, she was a constant in the never ending days he spent alone his cell.

"I should have choked the life right out of her then and there," the Goblin spoke aloud, flexing his fingers, imagining her beautiful throat breaking...

"You know you don't want her dead. She's too interesting to kill."

There was that charming voice again. It only came at night when the Goblin couldn't sleep. Sighing, he sat in front of the murky mirror staring at his reflection intently.

"She's far more beautiful than that Gwen girl," the Goblin concurred. "Asking for my blood was a mistake. And she will pay for it."

"It was probably that stupid Doctor Knobhead that put her up to it. Besides it's her job!"

"You're weak, Harry. Why do you think I came out to play, hmmm?"

"But imagine how much fun it would be to have Hayley, and not just toy with her, I mean have her for good?" Harry Osborn tried to reason.

"Ginge is a stunning specimen," the Goblin agreed with his likeness in the mirror.

"Exactly! She's hot!"

"Those scars on her shoulders, now that is an interesting feature."

"If you kill her, we'll never find out how that happened!"

"I bet they run down her back like fallen angel wings…" the Goblin licked his lips, thinking about her auburn hair cascading over her slim spine, and how he would add a few more scars to that delicious body.

"You can't hurt her dammit! Then she'll end up looking like us! Like a monster!"

The Goblin snarled at his reflection seeing the weakness of Harry Osborn emanating behind his own eyes. He punched the wall next to the mirror in anger and turned from it, effectively ending the conversation.

"We look like this because of Spider-Man, because Peter betrayed us!" he yelled to himself before restlessly lying down on his bed. "Though, the prospect of feeling her touch again, her body, is something, I'll admit, is worth not killing her for."

Hayley could hear the shouts of the guards and Harry's bellowing before she'd even entered the West wing.

She had told them not to start without her, but only being his preferred nurse and not a doctor, she really didn't have a say in the matter. Picking up the pace, she sprinted towards the sounds, knowing her path without even paying proper attention. When she had passed an excessive amount of guards outside Room 136, Hayley saw six doctors, five riot guards with guns, and Colin, all crammed with Harry in his tiny cell. Colin and another guard were on the ground wrestling with the Goblin who was attacking them back in response.

"Goblin… GOBLIN STOP!"

Everyone stopped and stared at the pint-sized nurse, because even though her hair was ferocious, she'd never asserted that much fiery dominance before. Well, not at work at least. The doctors and guards parted, though the guns were still trained on the Osborn boy. Colin and his partner removed themselves from the now still Goblin, who sat up as if none of it had ever happened.

All eyes were on her and Hayley was beginning to regret her outburst. She hated to stand out in the crowd. She preferred to blend in, go unnoticed. But everyone in the room noticed her now and she was growing self-conscious.

"Burnt yourself again Ginge? Twice in one day, you really need some self control," laughed the Goblin, thinking how funny it was that heat rash actually looked somewhat cute on Hayley. However, still sensing he was in danger, he viciously eyed the guards, wary of the guns still pointed at him.

"Goblin, look at me" she said firmly, squatting down to be on his eye level; Hayley clicked her fingers in his face to grab his attention. He made a snatch for her hand and she let him, rolling her eyes, wondering why her fingers always seemed so damn fascinating.

"Doctor Scott needs…mmm…would like to take that blood sample now."

"He's tried and failed - Harry Osborn will not be a lab rat."

"We want the blood to…"

"You want it?" he asked indignantly, no longer focusing on how dainty her hand was in his, but noticing her words and their sudden close proximity.

"No, they… I mean, yes. Yes Goblin. I want it. I want your blood to help you." She leaned closer to him so that only he would hear what she had to say next, "I've seen footage of when you transformed. I know you were dying and were desperate. I know how much you look in the mirror and hate what you see, that underneath it all you wish you were Harry again."

Using his other hand, the Goblin flicked a pointed finger back and forth, disagreeing with her last words. He then plucked a lock of her copper hair between his outstretched fingers, stroking it in a manner that exceeded a normal patient/nurse relationship.

"Harry is dead," he whispered slowly trying to emphasize his point.

"No. No he isn't," Hayley countered, taking her free hand and placing it over his tainted green one that held her soft ginger strands. "I know you're in there Harry."

Playing along with her game, the Goblin nodded slowly, releasing one of her hands so he could look at his now free and open arm. Taking this as obedience, Hayley turned towards the crowd of watching doctors, motioning for one to come and take the sample. Luckily Doctor Scott wasn't holding the venepuncture because she knew that the Goblin would most likely become hostile again.

One of his assistants nervously stepped forward instead and knelt beside the unlikely pair. He then proceeded to roll up the sleeve of Harry's prison clothes. Hayley made to move away but stopped when she felt the Goblin's hold on her hand tighten. Sitting tight, she observed the assistant doctor place the thick needle into the uncovered green hued arm with shaking hands. It was then that she felt some discomfort in her own hand and realised that the subdued monster beside her was clutching at it desperately.

Underneath the transformation, the anger, the murderer and the monster, Harry Osborn was simply human. A human who was afraid of needles.

***1 Week later***

"I don't think much of that new nurse. The peroxide blonde girl. Not as interesting to look at," Harry spoke as soon as Hayley walked in the room, "She's missing that certain fire; she's not like you Ginge." He offered the young nurse a genuine smile, clearly catching her off guard with his pleasantness after their eventful meeting the previous week.

Hayley had not been granted more session time with Harry since Doctor Scott had demanded the blood sample. The doctor was growing increasingly frustrated at how Mr Osborn seemed to respond to such an inexperienced idiot of a nurse. Especially after how he had witnessed Hayley stroll in, late, then start shouting like she owned the place. And, to top it all off, she had engaged in inappropriate behaviour with a patient, a murderer! In front of everyone! He had had the situation under control. She was only meant to be present to ease Mr Osborn's behaviour, not disrespect Scott's doctorate and position at Ravencroft. The girl was becoming too much of an inconvenience and was the cause of every headache he'd had since Mr Osborn's arrival.

After the sample had been taken, he'd called her directly into his office and reprimanded her. Doctor Scott informed Hayley that she had lost rights to her patient and was very close to loosing her job due to her unsuitable conduct. He enjoyed watching the horror flash across her face when he threatened her employment at Ravencroft. Pleased with his actions, the doctor became thoroughly annoyed when that new blonde nurse informed him of Mr Osborn's refusal to take any medication all week. The patient had not slept due to abruptly stopping the drugs, becoming increasingly erratic and violent. He had even tried to attack a more senior nurse that Doctor Scott had assigned to Mr Osborn to replace Hayley. It had killed him to go back on his word and reinstate her as Mr Osborn's primary nurse and part-time psychiatrist.

"I think you mean Cheryl?" said Hayley.

"Peroxide."

"Do you always call people by their hair colour?"

"Only the models and people who aren't important enough to keep track of." Spying disappointment flash across her face at his words, he continued on to say, "Ginge is an endearment; it does not denote your unimportance. Besides, your hair is too beautiful to ignore."

"And Cheryl's is too bright and trashy to ignore."

The Goblin couldn't supress his delight at her retort. He could see she was embarrassed by his compliment and when he had touched her. Maybe she was not used to male attention, especially if she concealed a scarred secret beneath her clothes.

Hayley felt his eyes on her and shifted around in her chair under his lustful scrutinizing gaze. Noticing that the conversation was veering off topic, she tried to regain both their focus.

"Why have you been refusing your pills? You look like you could do with the sleep," Hayley asked, realising that his green skin colour could not quite conceal the dark bags beneath his eyes,

"I wanted to see how long it took for you to notice," he spoke nonchalantly, crossing his legs as best he could with the cuffs around his feet.

It was like he thought that medication could just be stopped and started whenever he pleased, and his noncompliance was starting to piss Hayley off.

"Seriously? Look, I've been reinstated as your primary nurse now…"

"Which was my doing."

"…and you've been here for almost a month. So I really think we should start progressing with your therapy." She was exasperated by the situation and how she really hadn't been doing her job very well thus far.

"Therapy? I thought you were just a nurse Ginge."

"If you must know, I am also trained as psychiatrist and have a dual medical license to practise as both," Hayley replied, "Though I am employed as a nurse by Ravencroft."

"A woman of many faces. So, are you going to be my fairy godmother and magically make the monster disappear? Hmmm? Or will you be stereotypical and ask me how I feel about everything?" the Goblin sassed sarcastically.

"Actually I was going to ask about your father."

AHHHHHH! Sorry for the cliff-hanger – I'm so evil!

Btw guys, there is nothing wrong with peroxide hair, I just imagine Cheryl to be one of those people who literally gets by on looks. Also, I really hate Doctor Scott he is such a dick!

And I hope the scene between the Goblin and Harry made sense – it's a twist on the scene from the original Spider-Man film where Norman Osborn is talking to the Goblin in the mirror. It was an interesting challenge to write. I also hope it didn't read like something from LOTR - I don't want to go into Gollum territory, just schizophrenic psychosis.

Love and hugs to reviewers, followers and favourite-button pressers – you guys are freaking awesome!