Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
White was the first thing I remembered seeing when I woke up, but not a clean white. More like dirty snow. Where your eyes told ya something was supposed to be white underneath whatever was happening on top. Speckled white. Gray white.
It was different from the sterile white I was used to. There was nothing sterile about this place.
I liked that. The change of scenery was nice. There were only so many people you could fuck with before word started to get around. A new hospital meant new faces. Friendly or not had yet to be determined, but mean would do just fine too.
The mean ones were fun to break. Always took it much harder. Like the games were personal. They weren’t. Not for them. They were personal for me. Because they were personally entertaining.
The nurse with the strawberry-blonde hair (why they called it that couldn’t tell ya; wasn’t the color of any strawberry I’d ever seen) busied herself next to my hospital bed.
Boopin’ all the buttons and adjusting a bunch of wires I planned on tugging out anyway, before a chick in a lab coat walked in behind her.
The nurse startled and I grinned. A lady doctor. That was definitely different. Didn’t get the chance to see many of those.
She glanced at me like someone looking at a traffic cone unexpectedly dropped in their way on their morning commute.
An inconvenience. Yeah, that was it exactly.
I was an inconvenience. Then her eyes flicked back over at the nurse.
Who tugged on her uniform a few times before clearing her throat. “Dr. Winters, hi, hello. Um, this is—”
Miss Lady Doctor held up a hand to stop Strawberry Milkshake’s rambling. “I know who it is.” She clicked a pen against her clipboard. Click. Click. Click. “I have the chart.”
“Right. Yes, sorry. I mean, of course.” The girl was nervous. And I was curious.
Sure, it was nothing new for young nurses to be a little jittery around the docs. Mostly it was the male docs who made them that way, though. And mostly it was the young nurses sleepin’ with those male docs who actually cared what they thought about ?em.
The older nurses didn’t pay the men in white coats much mind.
And often the power struggle was the reverse—a buncha rich guys who didn’t realize being a doctor wasn’t all it was cracked up to be when half your patients shit themselves, partnered up with the nurses who kept them from accidentally prescribing an overdose.
But this… girl-on-girl action? This was interesting.
I watched the lady doc watching me. Neither one of us breaking the silent stare-down till she adjusted her glasses and let ona her lips curl into something I think was meant to be a smirk.
“Nurse Jensen, please ensure Patient 899 is properly schooled on the rules of Briarwood.”
I opened my eyes to that same gray-white. ?Cept it wasn’t the entire room. It was just the cotton pillowcase covering my face. I took a deep breath through my nose and blew the loose feather out of my mouth.
Nah, just kiddin’. This wasn’t a cartoon. Also, I would never own a feathered pillow. Those things sucked. If I wanted something hard poking me in the eye all night, I’d curl up next to Donnie.
I tossed the pillow aside and chanced a glance at my dick. Which was still intact. Sorta. It was definitely still hard enough to bounce. What it wasn’t was empty.
My glare flicked to the open apartment door. My new friend was gone without so much as a love note to remember her by.
Didn’t need one though. ?Cause my cock sure remembered what her teeth felt like and he was a little lighter for it.
Wouldn’t call walking around with an anaconda between your legs a hardship exactly, but shit was heavy and pants were tight.
Every millimeter counted—just ask all the dudes breaking out the rulers.
I swung my legs off the side of the bed, tugged my underwear and jeans up my thighs, and immediately stumbled back onto the mattress again.
Whatever the psycho with the syringe stuck me with, it wasn’t any sedative I’d ever heard of—and I’d heard of ?em all.
Shit barely affected me anymore. But this stuff…
My heart was beating out of my chest, my palms were sweaty, and my vision kept going in and out like my head was in a damn tunnel. I swiped up a candy bar I left sitting out and shoved the whole thing into my mouth. Barely chewing the nougat before swallowing it whole.
Three Sprint bars later and my ass was finally stumbling out the door and down the stairs. I had thirty minutes to make it back before Bossman would be sniffing me out. One might even think the guy cared or something.
I pulled up to the front of those rusty iron gates in twenty.
Welcome to Briarwood Sanitorium. The prison I’d turned into a home before I ever realized the old building had seeped itself into my veins like a thick black ink dripping through a piece of printer paper.
I seeped into its walls too, though. There was no it without me and there was no me without it.
It was the same for most of us here. Especially Bugs, who didn’t seem to know how to pry himself from the walls, even for the night.
A few hours was the most time I’d ever seen him gone for, and then he was right back where he always was.
Sitting in that computer chair in his room.
His dick in his hand and his screen in front of his face.
That was exactly where I found him when I passed his open door on the way to scope out Lambo’s office (minus the dick, which was still there I was sure, just not in his hand). Some big meeting was scheduled for this morning. Another reason I was in such a hurry to get back home. I was nosey.
“Where the hell you been?” Bugs called out after me. And not because he heard me. But because the fucker had probably been watching me since the moment the headlights hit the driveway.
“Out getting circumcised,” I called back, not bothering to look at him. Didn’t need to when his steps were already pounding behind me.
“You know a mohel?”
“A what?”
“A rabbi?”
I grinned and patted my dick through my pants. “Nooooope.”