𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐘 . - Chapter 17: Chapter 17

Arriving back home my mind was only set on Key, i couldn't believe and said that- thinking i wasn't helping him at all. When most of the treatment and medication i provide him comes out of my own pocket.
The prison doesn't have that many top resources, reason why a lot of inmates die in their cells or worse, harm themselves.
With Key i know it wasn't going to be short and sweet, his condition was getting worse every minute. The little voices in his head were telling him to do the direct opposite, however i can tell there's another voice in his head.
A good one, one that want's him to get better. One that doesn't want him to do sinful things like committing murder than can boost his sentence up.
But i had to let my mind rest just for today, "You look so good boo!" I say, entering into the small elegant restaurant my friend, dyme, invited me to for a quick brunch.
"How was work- nope scratch that." She laughs cutting herself off, following behind the receptionist as he shown us our seats. "How's your jail bird boo? His been acting good lately?"
"He said he doesn't need my help, that 'i wasn't trying enough to help him'." I roll my eyes, hating how everything he said kept replaying in my mind.
"He really said that?" I nod over at my friend, Dyme, who sat across from me. "That's just sick."
"Girl," I shook my head laughing. "His really not stressing me, I'm a nurse and I'll surely help the inmates who actually need my help. Not him, since he wants to act all brand new."
"To me, it sounds like part of you is hurt from his response because you like him." Dyme say's, twirling her hand around the edge of her wine glass, raising a brow up. "How much do you like this boy Ven? 'cause it seems like it's totally nothing them some small feelings."
"It's really just some small feelings!" I was on the fence, i didn't really know how i felt about Key'mir, but i know right now it's at a bipolar state right now. "I think he has a girlfriend though, i saw on his files."
"Is she pretty?"
I shrug, not caring about her appearance. "He doesn't talk about her though. And you know what's weird? The guy that beat him up went messing. He didn't go back in his cell, at all."
"Don't be slow Ven. He probably has some connections so get him killed." I sigh in disappointment from the thought of it, my heart always aches when the word 'murder' and 'killing' was always referred around Key.
'Cause i don't know how long i could accept Key for key when he does such gruesome things. I'd admit i do have some small part of feelings for key, i love the attention he gives me, the compliments, stares—
Stares that you could read on by the way his expressions are shown. It was scary, but attractive. He was attractive, but I wouldn't fall so deep for a prison convict.
•••
Being a nurse at a prison I never thought I would go this far. From all places I've worked at, this one might be the most chill. Fights rarely break out, murders barely happen. But suicide— suicide was the main concern in here.
I greeted the guards at the front hearing the small Sirens wail behind my ears, I didn't expect it to be heading here so I ignored it. "Can you send inmate 523 to the infirmary please?"
"His with another nurse, they're sending another victim to you. His in critical." Why did he say it so calmly? This information was really stressing me out and it hasn't even been two minutes into my shift yet.
"Male, two stab wounds to his chest and one on the neck. Patient is twenty-two." My mind couldn't think straight, eyes widening at the sight of bloody— drenched up jumpsuit laying weakly in the guards arms.
I rushed behind them, heading inside of my area searching around for a pulse on the victim. "Heart rate going slow, can you toss me the bandages in the second drawer Adams'."
The worst days of my life, working on a bleeding patient and praying that don't die in my arms.
Scary things about being a nurse or a doctor is that they never mention the trauma you face when you lose your first ever patient, when the death of a son or a daughter dies in the hands of you.
When their parents blame you for their death, when whole time you were trying your best to keep them alive. But God doesn't give life for everyone to live there's to the fullest.
I sigh, frustrated that I wasn't going to be able to save him. His blood just kept going, overfilling my hands as if paint was poured over it, standing my finger nails. "What's your name sweetie?"
"R—ryan." He barely got say out his name from the pain that was eating him up. "Please— please don't let me die." He pleaded, but that just kept me even more frustrated.
His broken words felt like he was rushing me, and I know in his condition he wanted everything and done with instantly. But that's not how it works out.
"You won't Ryan, stay strong for me you got this! Okay?" I tried to reassure him, watching his grip around the guards arms weaken.
Glad that the ambulance made it inside the prison. But maybe I was just to glad, his pulse was lost at the touch of my hands.
It was that feeling that you already knew, the look in their eyes telling me that it wasn't my fault, that it was okay, it was life.
"I'm sorry, Ryan."
•••
"Why you look so sad Ven Ven?"
"I don't have games from you right now key'mir. Let me just give me your medicine and we can get along with our days." I say, adjusting the blue gloves on each hand looking around for his medicine. "I can feel you watching me from the back."
"I wanted to say I was sorry for the way I acted yesterday. I was wrong, and I love you as my nurse." He cheesed, smirking as if everything was a game to him.
I roll my eyes, shifting my body around— hands occupied with his medicine and needles. "You sound like you don't mean it."
"My daughter told me to apologise, so of course I mean it. Watchu' calling my daughter a liar now?"
"No—no," I laugh nervously. "I didn't mean it lie that key."
He laughs, pointing in my direction letting out a small grunt from his previous pain. "Ah, got'chu huh? But my princess did tell me that. So respect it."
"I respect it. So, how's your brother? Have you talked to him?" I questioned, continuing the conversation so I wouldn't make him sound crazy about his small mental outbreak.
"He been telling me it's getting kind of hot up in there." Key shrugs. "I think that nigga is being transferred to hell. Is that a good thing my lady?"
"I don't know about good key," I huff, injecting the needle through his inked up skin. "I feel like with your brother going to ‘hell’ it's causing your condition to get even worse. But it's okay, there's nothing wrong with your condition key." I was lying.
"Hmm."
"Enough about that. These are new, so this time you only take two each a day with water not three or four, or! One. Two " I gestured my fingers towards him. "Don't swallow them dry either, I don't want you to hurt yourself."
"That's sweet of you really cuddy. But I'm going to get hurt in here either way. Come here."
"Hmm?" I look back confused, placing the medication to the said as his cold hands founds itself around my waist, pulling me in between his legs. "What are you trying to do Key, there's guards— and I'm still not forgiving you for what you said yesterday."
"I know," His voice sounded toned down now, like he was tired. Slowly dying out from the new medication I just have him, caressing the top of my hand returning me a small peck of kiss. "It was a way or saying sorry, your welcome."
"Still not forgiving you. Thanks for the kiss though. No go back to your cell, I'm tired of you."
"Bra."
"Bye!" I help him up, accepting the annoyed mug he sent me. Pushing my head back while we both exchanged laughs. "Bye, key."
"Girl, shut up. Before I get my daughter to put you in place, that'll do it."