Out of the corner of my eye, I can see a wheelchair being rolled into the room. Unlike all of the other patients, or most of them, I am pretty sound in my mind.
That means I’m not overly dosed up with drugs and can pay attention to my surroundings.
I internally drool and externally bite my lip to keep myself from moaning out.
Okay, my reaction isn’t that dramatic, but I know a blush definitely rises to my cheeks at how handsome this patient is.
This is my first time ever seeing him here. I’ve only been here myself a few weeks, but I was pretty aware of everyone who comes in and out of the building.
His skin is pale and his blonde hair is lacking in color, which is similar to the entirety of this room. He fits right in.
My eyes then drift up to the male nurse who is the one wheeling the other male into the room.
He’s now headed in my direction.
The nurse has dark brown, almost black hair. He is clean shaven and dressed in scrubs. The color of the outfit is a given. It’s a running theme in this place.
As if they are trying their hardest to disguise the building as heaven and its employees like angels, when in reality this place was built for imprisoning demons.
I don’t believe we’re all demons in here. We’re not all evil.
We just got the shit end of the stick.
Both men have fit physiques. Not overly buff, but I know both of them could lift me over their shoulders and carry me out of a house fire if it happened.
Not that I am imagining that.I am.
The attractive nurse stops the chair right at the base of the table that I share with no one else.
Well, no one besides the man that he pushes over to me.
The blonde still seems slightly loopy from whatever they gave him before he was brought here. He hasn’t yet looked up from his lap.
But the nurse’s eyes catch mine as I bring them up from the male patient. His face doesn’t move a muscle as his eyes watch me carefully.
His eye color is a deep shade of green, similar to the tree leaves that fall past my window every day. His many tattoos cover the skin on his arms. He is about as pale as the patient in front of me. But unlike the one in the wheelchair, he looks well-rested.
Must be nice waking in your own bed with no one to be fearful of.
He continues to stare at me until Mrs. Regina places a gentle hand on his tone shoulder. “I was just coming to introduce you two.”
The man’s eyes leave mine to look over to her. His lips then lift into a smirk, “Were you?”
She nods her head, confirming hersentence from before. She then glances over to me, “I wanted to tell you before anyone else did..”
My eyes narrow but I hold the slightly cheerful look on my face. “What do you mean?”
She glances between us nervously before speaking, “This is Carlo. He’ll be the new nurse monitoring your conditions for Dr. Dallas.”
The smile I had on my face fades away, leaving my lips pursed in confusion.
Carlo turns his head back towards me, “Ah, so this is the famous Chloe I’ve heard so much about.”
My eye twitches at that comment.
Famous indeed.
And not just for being a politician’s daughter. Not anymore.
