“Well Mr Killer,” she touched her chest then moved her hands to to her neck, checking her pulse and shook her head, “you better keep at that murdering thing because I’m still here,” she smiled tauntingly  not taking his threats the least bit serious.

She pulled up a paper chart and held it up for Soul to see. It had 10 cartoon faces. The first being a smiling one the last being one red faced and screaming, each with numbers underneath.

“This is the pain chart,” she propped it up on the trolly so he could see, “I want you to say a number, depending on what you feel, ok?”

-

Yeah now she felt safe, because of restrains and medication. “I’ll make you choke on your words, bitch.” He replied sharply. Looking at the little cartoon faces he could only roll his eyes at the idiocy.  Was that really the way they did these treatments? Didn’t seem very professional to him…yet, he could care less for he was not crazy,

” What? You got no ‘fuck you’ smiley there? Then I won’t be able to answer honestly.” 

She smiled, stroking his hair encouragingly, “see, you can follow instructions,” she played with the edge of the gag, contemplating leaving it on, but decided it would not be productive to do so, so she unfastened it and put it away again, “Now,” she looked at the chart, “you just had Simvastatin 40mg to help with the blood pressure, and codeine which should help with the pain you may experience within the next 24 hours of treatment,” she flipped the chart back down, “so far so good, how do you feel?”

-

He licked his lips a few time, readjusting his jaw before he looked at her again. “A little pissed off and in the mood to murder you in cold blood but besides that I’m fucking fine.” He replies in a bored sounding way, sarcasm dripping from his words.

- 

Her cheery features contorted into one of offence and she tightened the gag a little more than strictly necessary.

“You are wrong,” she quickly quipped back, “I am here due to hard work and preservation  I have never and will never submit to such things to get to where I want to be,” she huffed, then picked up the pot of pills again, “you are a bad man…” she placed a pill in his mouth and forced his head back, “you will see the error of your ways soon enough,”

-

His eyes followed her with every movement of his head as the pills disappeared down his throat. Swallowing and slightly coughing, Soul decided to simply play against her. She already showed signs of what really pissed her off. Now it was his job to keep poking these spots..

He kept his teeth clenched together so the pill was clicking against them. HIs crimson eyes were upon her before he let the pill slip between his teeth into his mouth just to spit it back into her face. “Keep your fucking pills for yourself, I’m not some moron that would need those to get clear in the head. Actually, I’m smarter than some bimbo nurse like you.”

She yelped and drew back, rubbing her cheek, which had a little bit of spit on. She looked mildly disgusted but she quickly regained her composure.

“I am a nurse, qualified, and education. You are a criminal, sick in the head,” she gave him a sickly sweet smile, bearing a row of pearly whites, “if one of us is a ‘bimbo’ is it not me,” she winked playfully while sorting out something on the trolly. She moved over, strapping something around Soul’s face, a gag that held his mouth open.

-

She was so fake, behind that cute smile she was hiding something way darker. He had an eye for things like that. He licked his lips and actually smirked. “Ah fuck now you’re making shit up. I bet you’re just fucking the head psychiatrist to- mhrh..” He mumbled the rest against cold metal as his teeth were biting down on the cold metal that  kept his jaws apart, the smirk turning back into a scowl.

- 

nurseanzu:

soulstealerbakura:

 

^^^

Immediately the glare returned to his face as she walked back in. He was still exhausted from the drugs but at least not half falling asleep.  He sat up a little, moving around in the damned straight jacket. “I’m not taking your fucking pills, who do you think I am?” He growled in a tired voice, his glare showing underneath the white strands of hair that had fallen into his face. 

^^^^ 

“I think you are a very angry patient,” she explained simply and took an item off the tray and then leaned over to Soul, clamping a metal clip over his nose to prevent him from breathing out of it. 

“And… you are helpless,” she pulled on one of the thick white straps that was bound over Soul’s chest, “you’re stuck here, and the sooner you play nice, the better for everyone,”

^^^

He snorted at the metal clip, trying to shake it off but it was stuck to his nose. The chains on the walls kept him from moving forward too far, the medication still swimming in his blood. He needed to wait for the perfect moment to take her out. ” I’m not stuck here with you, you’re stuck here with me… “

“I want to be here,” she cooed softly, presses the first pill to Soul’s mouth. She smiled, nudging it between his lips, “I want to help you, to care for you,” she tapped the nose clip with her other hand, “open up now, these are good for you, trust me, they won’t do you any harm, open, open~”

He kept his teeth clenched together so the pill was clicking against them. HIs crimson eyes were upon her before he let the pill slip between his teeth into his mouth just to spit it back into her face. “Keep your fucking pills for yourself, I’m not some moron that would need those to get clear in the head. Actually, I’m smarter than some bimbo nurse like you.”