𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Your heels clicked against the stome floor as you made your way down the hallway. It was hard to find employment as a med student but this guy offered to pay you double the normal salary for your psychiatric knowledge. You warned him you werent out of med school yet but he didnt mind, so of course you jumped at it.

This job came with some rules: Do not ask questions about what you see. Do not tell anyone about what you see or who you work for, for all anyone knows your working at a company designed to give med students some experience. Do not touch the cells or the things inside. Keep an arms length distance away from the cells at all times.

Of course these were red flags. But double the average salary as a med student was too good to pass up. On the first day, you made sure you looked perfect. Hair bouncy, red lips bright, black dress and heels tying your look together. You were given a clipboard and a pen, the words ‘Prisoner 12144’ printed at the top of the page.

“Who’s Prisoner 12144?”

“Your patient,” Dr. Whitmore replied “Follow me.” He walked down the hallway until we stopped infront of the cell with a man inside, sitting on the stone floor, his back leaned against the wall and his hand holding onto one of the bars that kept him locked in.

“This is your patient. I wont keep you any longer. Get to work.” He said before turning and walking away

You smiled at your patient politely “Good afternoon.”

“Hello, gorgeous.”