The week passes by quickly. I got to know my colleagues and the patients and it it's pleasing to work with them. The atmosphere in the hospital is so worm and welcoming.
The hospital also has a big backyard where the patents can take small walks and enjoy some fresh air. They are from young to old with all kind of different disorders or mental illness. There aren't many difficult patients but the few that are tore me apart in only 5 days.
I feel like jumping up and down because my shit finally ends on this late Friday night. The last bus is not crowded at all so I sit in one of the middle seats and let my thoughts take me over.
His screams play inside my mind all of a sudden "You will get used to it" I murmur to myself. How can someone say that when he sounds like he's getting tortured every day. In the morning it is always quiet like he is sleeping untill 1pm and then noises start coming out of his room every now and them. Every day at 3pm a nurse and the hospital director himself enter the locked room. And that's when the screaming start. It is upsetting to everyone nobody cams out of their rooms during that time. The warm and loving atmosphere goes completely dark for those 30 minutes.
Is it ok thought?? His door is the only room in the hospital to have a lock on it. A special lock with 6 number passcode. Psychopaths are quiet and smart. They tend to manipulate people for their own needs and they also can't develop a sense of empathy which means they can't love anyone. But still.... It doesn't seem right.
I let my tired head rest on the glass window and let my eyes viewing the dark surroundings around the road.
At home my friend is already waiting for me with 2 boxes of pizza. I wonder how are we going to survive together when non of us can actually cook healthy and lasting food. His cupboards are full of noodles, macaroni and anything that is not to hard to cook.
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I plop myself on the couch and stretch my legs into the air feeling the pain that has been building up travel all the way to my toes.
"Wanna watch a movie??" Minho appears with two colas in his right hand and a plate full of pizza in the other one. I immediately sit up with the determination to shut up the growls that keep coming from my stomach. While picking up a piece of pizza and taking a bite I nod at his suggestion.
The night seems like it will never end. The horror movie that Minho choose keeps us up for around 2 hours, of course in between we stop the movie several times just to bet on who is going to die and who will actually survive. Turns out non of us would survive in this movie because no mater which way we decide to take something always happens I mean it's made for people to die after all.
After the movie ends we discuss it for a while before switching the topic completely. Once again I tell Minho about the special patient since the hospital turns into a total horror every time 3pm cames around the mood of the movie kinda suited the topic. This time Minho opens google and starts looking up different articles and online sites connected to what we started talking about.
"Psychopaths are quiet and intelligent people who tend to manipulate people in order to gain what they want. They are not able to develop a sense of empathy, have lack in devolping a sense of shame and often fail to learn from experience" he read out loud "Damn there is a lot here" he says once again as he scrolls down the website.
"Not many but some psychopaths can also get violent. If a psychopaths crosses over the line they can lose their contact with the realm and cut off the real world" Minho thinks for a second "If what you have been saying is all true than this guy is already over the top. Just leave it it's not your responsibility to take care of him anyway"
"Yes but why would the director himself bother to give him his medicine everyday. And even if this guy IS over the top it still doesn't seem right to treat him like that" Minho rolls his eyes at me obviously annoyed "You know nothing about this guy, not even his name. If he is locked in that room is probably with a reason stop wracking your head over it" he get's up from the floor and throws his dirty dish into the sink "I know you don't like it when patients are not treated the right way but I don't think you have any right to talk in this guy's name. You said he has been there for a while now which means something really must be wrong and the doctors there know him more then one week which means they know him better" he says while turning on his heals making his way toward the fridge... again.
I throw myself on the couch in defeat knowing he has a point. But the uneasy feeling is still here, no mater what he says a voice inside my head will always keep telling me that it's not ok.
I let out a heavy sigh and raise my feet up in the air as I think about how much I might be over thinking this. "Its 2am by the way" Minho throws me out of my thoughts. You have work early tomorrow at 7am which means I have 4 hours left to sleep!! I throw the nearest pillow toward my useless best friend for him to only crack up laughing. "Why didn't you tell me sooner" With my full stomach I feel completely ready to dive int my bed. "Good night I'm going to bed" he wishes me a good night and immediately turns his attention back to the fridge. This little piggy.
In the morning I almost sleep over all of my alarms. With the help of a cup of coffee and a few hyped up songs I manage to get back to my senses. As soon as I enter the hospital everyone greet me like usually. My shift today is longer then usually because I voluntarily agreed to work on weekends. After all, more work more money and eventually better life. And it isn't hard for me to work more, after all there is nothing else to do other than work and fool around with Minho.
Even thought I started my life all over again it seems like it's even more boring then before. At least I don't have to live with my parents anymore and our duo with Minho is back into the game. Minho is still in college while I finished mine earlier since I took a shorter program that gave me the job I always wanted.
The day goes on smoothly until a big crowd forms behind the front desk in the lobby. The curiosity inside of me keeps growing as I approach the nurses that are nervously standing gathered in front of the front desk. Two of them are staring at the computer screen with worry written all over their faces. I push through and leaned on the desk.
"Could you please tell me what is going on??" I politely ask with a small smile on my face.
"Ohhh... well... a nurse is sick" the confusion is probably really visible on my face since he continues in a matter of seconds "The one that has been taking care of the special patient for a really long time.... Now one of us will have to go inside that cursed room"
Cursed.. What the heck. I look around and all of them are actually terrified. "I'm not going in there!!" one of them shouts before storming into the hospital hallways "Me either" in a mater of seconds all of them are gonna like chickens running away from their predators.
"Do- does that mean I- I have to g- go" the male nurse behind the computer stated in fear. The second nurse next to him gently pats his back. "Good luck my friend" I stare at his stunned face for a while before surprising everyone with my next sentence.
"I will go" his face rises up, his eyes glowing in relief and a smile playing on his lips. "You will?? Great!! Came here in one hour the director will be waiting in his room while you take the medicines that are needed. Don't be late" in a mater of seconds he was long gone and the only nurse that Is left is looking at me with a surprised look "Why would you do that. Everyone are afraid of that patient he might even hurt you." with a simple shrug with my shoulders I escape the question and exit the lobby.
The truth is. This is one of the moments when my personality starts to kick in. The curiosity kept growing in the last 5 days I spent in the hospital. I want to see him. The guy everyone treat like a monster.
The one hour that I'm waiting to pass fees like a whole century. But once it finally passes I make my way toward the lobby just like I was told. The medicine is ready waiting for me on the top of the front desk. I pick it up and start walking toward the so called "cursed room". My eyes observe the end of the long hallway where the director is waiting together with two bodyguards. I'm wondering if this is just his face or his daily mood because I can tell he's already annoyed.
Without waiting for me to even say hello he quickly turns around after my fast bow 'rude'. The biping sound is heard and without even trying you saw the pass code "000914" even thought number have always been your enemies the number is easy to memorize.
I would be lying if I say my nerves are totally calm. The excitement is kicking in ever since I basically volunteered to be here, but now not only excitement but my nerves started jumping as well. The door opens and the bodyguards entered leaving me and the director outside. And that when the screams start. What are they even doing in there?? After a moment they came out with the screams continuing and right after me and the director enter.
It doesn't take long before my eyes find the bed and a guy on it. I am slightly terrified with the sight in front of me. He is tied down to the bed wrists and ankles wrapped tightly and glued to the bed. His face is red, from all the screaming his brain is left without oxygen. After he lays eyes on the director only aggressive groans came from his mouth and then he looks at me. I can tell why people don't want to be involved with him.
He is terrifying. I can't even find a small dot of common sence in his eyes. But it isn't just anger inside of them. They are also filled with slight fear neither he is crazy or just scared. But I can't tell, he looks like a mess, a wild animal that has been kept in a cage for a long time.
The director lands closer to me and takes the injection out of the little plastic box where the medicines are placed in. He then looks at me and turns around to sit on the chair next to the patients bed. As soon as the guys eyes see the injection he goes wild. He moves his body left and right, up and down his screaming voice filling up the small hospital room. I walk to the small desk on the end of his bed and as soon as my hands touched the desk I can feel the bed that he is lying on and the desk that is slightly touching the bed shake. He is moving his body so aggressively that even the director has a hard time injecting him. The injection is probably a sedative to calm him down, but since he is like this how have they been giving him his medicine when he is so resistive.
A small curst escape the directors lips as he keeps moving more and more. At some point the belt that is around his left ankle loosens up and his leg rises into the air seeking freedom. The directors eyes opened widely and before he realizes it the guy that is lying on the bed raises his leg and kicked the director in the face with all the power that he has.
I take a few steps backwards my body totally freezes at the sudden situation. From following the director hitting the floor my eyes go back to the now dangerously freed man who sits up as much as he can and starts pulling his arms out of the belts.
Blood rushes to his head making his face turn powerfully red and his veins completely pop out. It is scary to watch how he pulls his arms out in a mater of seconds and right after wards he starts working on the belt around his right leg.
As the director starts to pull himself up he receives yet another punch directly into his nose causing him to lose balance once again and fall down.
The guy is now standing on his feet but there aren't many choices he has left as the guards in front of the door get attracted by the loud noise.
His eyes look around only to find nothing. As the sound of the code being entered is heard on the other side of the door panic takes over him.
He then suddenly looks at me. He marches forward grabbing me by my shoulders. His grip is cold and strong as he keeps pushing me untill my back hit the wall.
My hands are shaking, my heart is pouting like crazy and the fear is taking over me more and more every second. He slowly leans forward to my ear and stops for a second.
"Help me" his voice is calm and cracky. His obviously damaged throat can actually provide a normal, shaky tone which takes me by surprise. I feel my eyes widen a little bit as my hands simply drop next to my body.
He doesn't sound scary or crazy. Why does his voice sound so humanly?? I look up at his eyes but they were still the same as before. Pure chaos inside of them.
The guards rush through the door immediately pulling him away from me. My legs stay glued to the ground my brain sill trying to process the event from exactly two seconds ago, while the guy returns to his usual screaming mess.
One of the nurses cames inside and pulls me out of the room. She keeps asking me if I'm ok but her words are only small annoying noises inside of my head. Before exiting the room I take one last glance over my shoulder. He is quickly pulled on the bed the director shooting the injection into his vain as soon as possible.
The last thing visible to me before the door closes behind me is the obvious chaos in his dark brown eyes.
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Thank you for reading â¤ï¸ð¤
Fun fact: The pass code for his room was supposed to be 4 numbers but when I opened the chapter to check it I found 6 numbers so I just left it the way it is cos why not.