The next day I subtlety took note of every phone we ran across and waited for my chance. It came while he was taking me on one of our walks. One of the nurses saw Dr. Cole from down the hall and called out to him. She needed urgent assistance with a patient that was puking up blood. He parked me in the hall, facing a window and rushed to assist.
I didn't know how long I'd have but was determined to make the most of it. I looked around and saw a phone mounted on the opposite wall of the hall. It was risky but I had to take the chance. It took a good minute but I managed to wheel myself over to the phone. I grabbed it off the wall and quickly put it to my ear.
"Number," asked the operator
I froze for a second. I realized I'd been so determined to get to a phone that I hadn't even thought about who I'd call. Who could I call? Who could I get to come here and save me? The police? What was the number for the local police? Even then, would they believe me over Dr. Cole and his staff? This was an asylum, what if they thought I was crazy? I didn't know what I'd do to prove I wasn't. I tried to think of another number I could call someone I knew perhaps but realized in that moment I didn't know any other numbers off the top of my head, except for my own home phone. I-Would my parents even believe me? I bit my lip, thinking at this point I didn't have a choice. I took a deep breath and gave the operator my home number. A moment later I heard the phone ring and get picked up.
"Hello, I heard my mother answer," her voice was cheerful. My heart sunk for a moment. How could she be so cheerful, after sending her only child to a mental institution. I shook my head knowing I didn't have time for my issues right now, time was not on my side.
"Mother," I desperately called.
"Hannah?" she said, sounding surprised, "Is that you?"
"Yes!, I need you to come get me."
"Where are you?" She asked.
Where was I! SERIOUSLY! "Meadow Brooke!"
"Has something happened?" she asked
Has something happened? Has something happened? Where should I even begin? I paused, my mind racing with how to respond. I realized, if I told her what was really going on, she might not believe me. She might think I'd gotten even crazier. If I said I was in an accident she'd come but might also call back to check if it was true and end up talking to Dr. Cole. I couldn't let her talk to him! I had no doubt in my mind he'd be able to twist things up. No I needed to play things calm and smooth.
"Hannah! Hannah are you there?"
"Yes." I said, "I've been doing so good that Dr. Phillipston thinks I can come home."
"Really," she said there was a twinge of emotion in her voice, excitement maybe.
"Yes, I can't wait to see you and father. You just need to come and get me."
"Oh but I thought Dr. Phillipston retired." she said sounding surprised, "Dr. Cole said you'd gotten much worse and that you weren't going to get better that they had to be medicate you for your own safety."
"WHAT!" I shouted realizing he'd already gotten to her. THAT LYING BASTARD! "When did you talk to Dr. Cole?"
"A few months ago, Dr. Phillipston had said you were doing much better and we'd been waiting for him to give us a date to visit but Dr. Cole called us instead. He said Dr. Phillipston had retired and that he'd taken over your treatment. He wanted to see us so we came out."
"Wanted to see you about what?" I asked
"You weren't doing good you tried to hurt yourself and others. He asked us to sign some paperwork"
"Paperwork! What paperwork?" I asked before she could respond. I heard the faint sound of high-heels, hitting a wooden floor. I knew that sound all too well by now—Nurse Violet! I couldn't see her yet but could hear her coming. I had to get off the phone. My plan went out the window and I just told her the truth. At this point I needed to be clear. I desperately pleaded "Mother I need you to come get me, seriously! Dr. Cole is a liar! He's been drugging and abusing me. He- He raped me!" It was the first time I'd said it out loud. I heard my mother gasp but kept going, "I tried to escape but got in a horrible accident. I lost my eye and my leg is hurts real bad. I can't get away from him but I need to, otherwise he's going to keep hurting me."
"Hannah," My mother managed to say as I paused to take a breath of air. I knew that tone in her voice and could even picture the look on her face. She must have thought I was beyond mental but I needed her to believe me.
"PLEASE MOTHER!" I choked into the phone, the footsteps were getting closer, "If you've ever loved me, you have to believe me, see for yourself, just take one look at me and you'll know Dr. Cole isn't to be trusted! Please! Please come see me yourself with your own eyes! Please before it's too late!" I didn't wait for her response. I quickly hung up the phone and grasped hold of my wheelchair. There wasn't time to get back to where Dr. Cole had left me but I didn't want to Nurse Violet to see me near the phone. I didn't want her to even suspect I'd called anyone.
I desperately pushed my chair turning it away from the phone. I managed to push it to the middle of the hall. It was only a few feet but I quickly tired out. I fell back in my chair as Nurse Violet popped around the corner. She was with another patient and soon upon me. When she saw me out and about on my own, she rushed to me.
She put her hands on her hips and demanded. "What are you doing! How did you get out of the medical ward!"
"I am just... getting some... exercise." I chuckled, my voice sounded winded. I felt winded, shit I was out of shape.
"Right," she said not believing me. She looking around. "Who is with you?"
"Dr. Cole, he just had to step away for a second, a patient is vomiting blood."
"Right, well we'll just wait until he gets back then." she said scowling at me. I just sat there catching my breath. It was a few more minutes before Dr. Cole finally returned. He looking rather unkempt and he was covered in vomit and blood. When he saw I'd moved he turned to Nurse Violet.
"Are you taking her somewhere?
"No."she said "This is where I found her."
"It's not where I left her." said Dr. Cole. He looked down at me and I could tell he wasn't happy.
"Really," said Nurse Violet. There was an air of smugness in her voice. She also looking down at me and a smile spread across her face as she continued, "She told me she was getting some exercise."
"Is that so." said Dr. Cole.
"Uh, well, really I just wanted to get out of the sun, it was too bright, it was hurting my eye," I lied.
I could tell they didn't buy it. They both gave me looks of disdain before turning to one another. "Take her back to the medical ward, I need to clean up." said Dr. Cole.
"Yes doctor." said nurse Violet.
"But what about this one." she said pointing to the patient she'd been escorting. I took a good look at them now. It must have been a new one. I didn't recognize them at all. It was a middle aged man and his eyes were glossed over. I wondered if they were on something as they just stared off into space, lightly swaying every now and then.
"I'll take him back. I don't want to risk her getting an infection from all of his," he said gesturing to his clothes.
He took hold of the male patients arm and began to escort him away, much to my displeasure. I didn't like Dr. Cole but I also didn't like Nurse Violet either. She gave me a nasty look before she stepped behind me and began pushed my wheelchair. She'd push it forward some then pull it back fast causing me to jerk forward. I had to hold on to my chair so I wouldn't fall out.
As we neared the ward she hissed under her breath, "Getting exercise, ha. You were trying to escape again."
"No." I said, to be fair I wasn't trying right now, just planning for a future attempt.
"Dr. Cole's already at his whits end with you. You would do well not to test him any further. You should also keep in mind the last time you tried escape you lost your eye. I'm sure if it happened again you wouldn't want to lose your head."
I took that as a threat. I didn't know what to say. I thought of what she'd done to Crimson and worried she might do something to me. Apparently I wasn't the only one, Hogan saw her pushing me around and quickly rushed up to us, "What are you doing?"
"Relax," said Nurse Violet, "I'm taking her back to the medical ward on Dr. Cole's orders,"
"I'll handle that." he said stepping up.
"But Dr. Cole told me to do it."
"Well I'll finish," he said.
He moved out of my line of sight. I heard them struggle behind me as my chair began to shake, I tried to turn to see just what they were doing but couldn't manage to turn far enough. I faced forward and after a moment I heard Nurse Violet let out a cry of frustration. She threw her hands into the air as she walked into my line of sight. "FINE! FINE! You take her but watch her, she's up to something."
Hogan grumbled but took charge of my wheelchair. He wheeled me back to the medical ward and put me in bed without a word. I sat there for several minutes before I thought I was in the clear…no one had spotted me making the call. Now, I'd just have to wait. I hoped they'd come soon. I knew it would take some time to get here but maybe they'd arrive sooner rather then later. Ultimately whenever they arrived, I hoped they'd be able to get me out of here.
I hoped they'd be able to get to me period. I still can't believe they'd already been here and I didn't even notice. I wasn't sure how visitation worked here. Weren't they suppose to notify me or something. Maybe they had been here but I was so drugged up I didn't even notice. Since no one was expecting them I hoped one of the new hires would just bring my parents straight to me. If not, there was a chance that Dr. Cole or even Hogan might be informed. If that was the case things might get messy.
I knew Dr. Cole would probably meet with them and try to convince them I was still crazy but after what I told my mother, she and father should still want to meet with me, right. No matter what he said to them they should still have doubts and should still be curious about my own accusations, right? He might be able to drug me up again but he couldn't make my injuries go away. I wondered if he'd even informed them of my accident. It hadn't sounded like it.
Surely my accusation and injures would be enough to make them want to consult another doctor and they would be able to see I was sexually abused. Even if the new doctor couldn't tell wouldn't my parents wonder why Dr. Cole hadn't notified them about my accident? Things wouldn't add up as Dr. Cole like to say. They'd have to take action no matter what right? They'd have to get me away from him, if only long enough for me to come off my drugs and I'd tell them everything.
Still...still I bit my lip thinking maybe this was too risky. I was leaving too much to chance. Dr. Cole was very sneaky and still might be able to convince my parent to do nothing. After all, he'd convinced me I was just taking medication to sleep. I'd been so focused on finding my proof that I hadn't even given it a second thought. I tried to think of what I'd do if my parents didn't pan out but I didn't know.
Dr Cole strode into the room, pulling me from my thoughts. It looked like he'd taken a shower and changed into a fresh set of clothes. He sat down at the desk in the center of the room and worked until Hogan brought our dinners in some time later. Dr. Cole actually let me eat by myself tonight, thought I noticed he kept a close watch on me. I didn't get why. My hands weren't hurt I could eat perfectly well on my own and yet he seem cautious to let me do so.
After dinner, he got in some more work before he left to do his nightly announcement. When he was finished, he turn on the music and returned to the medical ward. He gave me my bath and changed my bandages before tucking me in for the night. Someone else turned off the music and he climbed into the cot next to me.
I was so worked up I could barely sleep that night. I kept wondering how long it would take my parents to get here. Had they left right away or would they leave the next day? What if they'd called back and had already talked to Dr. Cole? The thought worried me.
The next morning, I watched him closely to see if he knew but he didn't seem any different. We had breakfast and then he set up a tray over my bed. He gave me paper and colored wax so I could draw. I doodled for a while and tried to keep my mind busy while he sat at the desk and jotted down notes. Every now and then he'd have Nurse Violet bring him in new files and take the old files back. At one point she complained, "Why don't you just make this your office and save me the trouble."
Dr. Cole tapped his pen on his desk, I knew she'd agitated him but he didn't respond to what she'd said. Instead he dismissed her and stopped requesting files. Things were quiet for a while after that and I thought that was how our day was going to be until just before lunch. He suddenly stopped working and turned to me, "We need to have a talk."
I'd been drawing elaborate spirals and paused. Concerned I asked, "Is everything okay?"
"Yes.' he said.
I hoped he'd elaborate but he didn't. He got up from his desk, took my tray of drawings away and moved me to my wheelchair. He took me to use the washroom then we went on a long walk around the hospital. He didn't stop once to check on the other patients like he normally did and I started to worry something had happened. I wondered if he HAD gotten a call from my parent yesterday but had been keeping it a secret. Maybe he'd finally decided to address it or something else could be going on, either way I had a sinking feeling about all this.
After a while he took us outside. The weather was nice, cloudy but not chilly. He took us down several paths before finally coming to a stop in the courtyard. He wheeled me next to a stone bench and then sat down so he could face me. I don't know why but I felt like something really important was about to happen. He pulled in close to me and grasped hold of my arms. For a moment he just held onto me and then he began to speak softly.
I had to concentrate on every word he said, "You've been doing really good with your recovery, but it's time we address your escape attempt."
I wasn't sure what there was to address. I wanted out of here and he wouldn't let me get away. I bit my lower lip as he continued. "What you did was very, very bad Hannah. It was stupid and dangerous. You are not well, you need to stay here where I can watch over you and care for you." He paused for a long moment then slowly said, "I need you to promise me, you wont ever try to escape again."
"Why?" I asked adamantly. I wasn't about to promise him anything, especially that!
"I just told you," he said. He wipe his nose then continued, "You are not well."
"Not well," I repeated. What did he know! I gathered up my hospital gown in my hands, thinking he was the one who wasn't well. After all that he'd done to me and what he might do again if he wasn't stopped. Of course, he didn't want to me to leave this place—leave him. I stared at him and bitterly asked. "Is that really why you want to keep me here because I'm "unwell!"
"I told you I do not want to keep you here. I simply want to help you, Hannah."
"Right, help me." I scoffed.
I so badly wanted to confront him. I wanted to yelled at him and scratch him with my nails. They had grown out enough I might really be able to rip into him. If not I'd spit on him and just let it all out with my fists but I couldn't. I turned my head away knowing I was in no condition or position to do so. He suddenly reached out, grasped hold of my cheek and turned my head so that I would to look at him.
"What is it Hannah? What's on your mind? You are keeping something from me. You mustn't ever keep things from me."
It was scary how he could read me. "No, I'm not." I lied.
"I know that isn't true. I know you."
Know me, if he knew me, he wouldn't have done what he had. He still had one hand on my arm and squeezed it tighter. I knew he wanted some answer. "I just- I just-"I struggled to keep it from spilling out. I closed my eye and put all my efforts into saying. "I just want out of here so badly."
It came out rather emotional ultimately it was true even if it wasn't what I was keeping from him. It must have been enough for him, he let go of my face and let out a heavy sigh. "I understand you want out of here but you really are not well, Hannah. This word, you do not know it like I do. You would not do well out there. It is better if you stay here, perhaps in time we could work something out. My house is not far from here. You might like it better there. I could make you a home, a real home."
His house—a real home. It struck me as weird. I opened my eye, glaring at him. He wanted me to what, move into his house and pretend that everything was okay! To pretend like when I was little and used to play house. WAIT! Was he asking me to accept him as more then my doctor? Was he asking me for a relationship? Surely not Surely! I furrowed my brow, wishing I could see his eyes—perhaps I could read him better. No, it didn't matter whether I could see them or not. What he was saying, no matter his intent was wrong. This place, him, all of it was just wrong. It would never be my home.
"I'm not going to play house with you!" I spat, my anger showing through.
He saw it and his mouth moved into a snarl. "I wasn't implying you would. It would not be pretend. I told you it would be a "real" home, you and m-."
"NO!" I said sternly and made it clear. "You could never make a real home! You don't know what one is!"
For some reason that really set him off and without warning he slapped me across the face. It happened so fast and was so hard, my head violently whipped to the side. I quickly clung to my cheek as my face burned. I looked back at him shocked. I knew he was upset but I hadn't expected him to hit me.
I...I don't think he anticipated it either, judging from his reaction. He pushed my wheelchair away from him and stood up from the stone bench. He stepped away and began madly whispering to himself as he did little circle in the courtyard. It was like he'd suddenly snapped or something! I just sat there watching him. After a few minutes, he suddenly stopped, turned back to me and yanked my chair to face him once more.
He crouched down and continued out conversation as if nothing had happened. "I was just suggesting you might be more comfortable there long-term. Either way, Hannah, you are not getting out of here. You need to accept that right here and now. I do not want to have to keep you locked up, but if I think you are a danger to yourself and others, I'll have no choice."
"No choice." I repeated still clinging to my cheek as it continued to burn.
He thought I...I was a danger to myself and others! He was the one doing everything— hurting me and other patients! He'd taken out Dr. Phillipston and he was locking countless patients up in the basement dong unspeakable things, and he wanted to say I was a problem! I glared at him with such malice.
"HANNAH!"
I shook my head as tear escaped down my cheek, "NO! The only danger here is...is you, Dr. Cole!"
"Really and how is that?" he said getting upset again "What have I done that is so dangerous? Tell me Hannah!"
He waited for me to respond but I didn't want to get slapped again. I clenched my hospital gown once more with my other hand. I needed to stop this and shut up. He was already upset and had lost it. "Forget it!"
"NO!" he said suddenly grabbing both my arms at my sides. I cried out scared of him and what he might do. He could see I was upset and loosened his grip, slightly but didn't let go. "I just want to know what you meant by that! How am I a danger to you? I have done nothing but care for you! I saved your life when you foolishly ran away with those morons! At no point have I ever harmed you nor would I ever."
"At not point? You just hit me!" I pointed out giving him a dumbfounded look.
He shook his head, "No, you are mistaken."
My eye widened in disbelief. SERIOUSLY! Did he just deny hitting me! It was so absurd that I let out a mad cackle, thinking he was the delusional one but I didn't say anything, I just scoffed.
"HANNAH!" He said sternly. I looked at him but didn't say anything. He began violently shaking me.
It hurt and I cried out, "You're hurting me!"
"PROMISE ME HANNAH! Promise me you will not try to escape again!" He kept shaking me and I got scared, seriously scared!
"Let me go!" I cried.
"NOT UNTIL YOU MAKE IT CLEAR YOU UNDERSTAND!" He roared. "YOUR PLACE IS HERE WITH ME! YOU ARE STAYING HERE!"
Again he must have snapped or something because clearly he was deranged—hitting me, denying it, then violently shaking me and demanding I promise to stay here with him. I realized he really wasn't going to stop until I gave him what he wanted. I shivered breaking down into tears as he kept shaking me.
I didn't want to give him but what choice did I really have. I sobbed, "I understand! I understand! I'm not well. I have to stay here, with you!"
He loosened his grip and his demeanor suddenly changed. All at once, he went from being a complete fucking psycho, to having a friendly almost care free smile on his face. It was very unnerving. "Yes, yes, good Hannah! Good girl!" He put one of his hands on the top of my head and tussled my hair about like he was petting me, then moved some loose strands from my face and tucking them behind my ears. He let out a pleasant sigh then continued. "It's good you understand. I feel like we've just made a breakthrough in your therapy."
Something broke alright... I looked at him like he was absolutely crazy but he kept his pleasant demeanor. He wiped some wrinkles out of my hospital gown as he said, "I swear you drag your feet every step of the way. You make everything so much harder then it has to be for yourself and others."
I felt sick, he made me feel sick to my stomach, he...this was so fucked up. How! How was this man a doctor! I could see how unstable he was now, not just with what he'd done with me but other things now. I wanted to say you need to get some fucking help but I didn't. He stood and walked behind my wheelchair. He began to push me around again as I rubbed my arms, they ached. I wondered what he would have done if... if I hadn't given in. Would he have kept hurting me? Would he have broken my arms?
Eventually he took us back inside. I hoped we'd just go back to the medical ward but he took me to the washroom again. I didn't have to go but he insisted. He moved me to the toilet and just stayed close to me. Usually he'd step away but this time he just stayed crouched in front of me and put his arms around my waist until I relieved myself. I cleaned up and then he lifted me moving me back into the chair.
He wheeled me back to the medical ward and things were quiet for a little while. He let me sit in front of the window and I watched the wildlife run about outside. When it grew dark Hogan arrived with our dinner. We ate in silence and when we were done Dr. Cole insisted, it was time to give me another sponge bath. I protested once more and pointed out how I was doing much better. I swore I could do it on my own but of course, he was having none of it.
He refused to let me bathe myself until all my bandages were gone. I thought that was ridiculous and struggled with him as he undressed me. I put my hands on his but he just tossed them aside. He did my front, sides and back, saving my privates for last. He'd take his time cleaning them squeezing the hot sponge over me. He'd watch me squirm and moan and I felt so ashamed that it felt good. He knew it was hard for me yet continued to do it. I think he liked watching me suffering.
At one point Nurse Violet came in. I felt weird having her there. She'd seen me naked plenty of times but it seemed different with Dr. Cole here. He continued to empty the sponge over my privates and I twisted in my sheets. She acted as if I wasn't there and casually discussed one of the patients with Dr. Cole. He suggested a change in their medication and she left. Finally he stopped bathing me and put the sponge away. He carefully changed my bandages then had me air dry for some time before tucking me in. He cleaned everything up, then sat next to my bed with a book. I watched him read for a while but eventually fell asleep.
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I woke to someone moaning. I opened my eye and saw two shadowy figures on the wall. They were in weird positions one was bent over while the other seemed to be leaning against it. I heard someone hiss, "Shhh, be quiet"
I woke more and soon realized I was completely naked. I heard strange sounds an almost clapping and something heavy sliding across the floor. I recognized a scooting sound like when a wood drags across the floor. I remained very still as I watched the shadows interacting with one another and listened to the sounds of the room.
Every so often I heard heavy breaths— a grunt and some more moaning. I realized people were having sex. I looked at the shadows more closely and understood now that one shadowy figure was bending the other over something, perhaps the desk in the middle of the room. That would explain the scooting noise I heard. Though I couldn't see who the shadows belonged to, I had a strong feeling who one of them might be. I recognized his grunts, from the other night, when he was masturbating, Dr. Cole.
I guess his hand wasn't enough for him and he'd found someone to relieve his frustrations. I was thankful it wasn't me but I couldn't believe he was doing this in front of me. To be fair, my back was to him but still in the same room and why had he removed my clothes?
I heard the woman let out a moan and then a painful whimper. The woman quickly whispered, "Slow down, you're getting too rough again."
"Shut up," hissed Dr. Cole.
I heard a loud thunk as the standing shadow pinned the bent over shadow down. I assumed Dr. Cole was the shadow that was standing and the other was the woman's. Again I was glad it wasn't me but wondered who it could be. I couldn't be sure if it was another patient or one of the nurses.
The clapping sound grew louder and quicker. I heard Dr. Cole grunt loudly and then there was silence for several minutes before I heard rustling noises. I assumed they were done and getting dressed now. I bit my lip hoping they wouldn't noticed I'd woken and just leave.
"You were too rough again." The woman spat. I nearly gasped as I realized it was Nurse Violet, he'd been doing it with. She'd spat at me enough time for me to know that tone.
"Shh, you'll wake her," Dr. Cole hissed.
Nurse Violet whispered, continuing "Sorry but you are going to tear my ass up if you keep going that hard."
"I'm sorry," Dr. Cole whispered back, he sounded rather exhausted. "I'll prescribe you a cream."
"Don't be sorry, you just don't have to be so rough with me. It's not like I'm unwilling,"
"I know it's just not the same."
"Really," she said forgetting to whisper. She sounding offended. "Hmp, well would you rather I pretend I was asleep!'
I heard a sharp clapping sound, watching their shadows, I realized Dr. Cole had slap Nurse Violet. I expected her to cry out, if not lash out at him but she didn't do anything. She just finished getting dressing. When she was done she whispered asking, "Will that be all sir or is there anything else you require?" There was a moment of silence before he whispered. "You can clean it off."
I watched Nurse Violet's shadow drop to her knees before Dr. Cole's shadow. She moved her head to his middle and boobed. My eye widened as I realized she was sucking him off. It went on for a while, when she was done, she stood and walked off. I listened to her heels until I couldn't hear them anymore.
Dr. Cole let out a heavy sigh and then a moment later, I heard his his footstep shuffle across the floor. They sound drew close, really close and I closed my eye as his finger tips grazed my skin, it was unexpected and they chilled me to the bone. I flinched slightly then quickly tried to act unconscious as he turned me on my back. I felt his thumb brush my cheek and he turned my head from side to side before touching my perked nipples. They were hard reacting to the cold. He breathed on them. His breath felt hot good but I didn't move. I felt his breath move to my face. I realized he must be staring at me but still I acted lifeless.
He lightly ran his hand across my skin then down between my legs. I felt him run his fingers through my pubic hair. He spread me and his breaths got quick. I worried what he was going to do if I continued to remain still. I moaned and acted like I was trying to roll over in my sleep... people moved in their sleep didn't they? He let go of me and I managed to rolled to my side, nearly bumping into him. I snuggled up against my pillow and seemed to have convinced him I was still asleep enough. He let out a heavy sigh then dropped a blanket on me. I hoped he'd leave but he didn't.
I didn't know what he was doing but I could hear him breathing. He was no doubt lingering close by too close to open my eye. I was so freaked out internally cringing and screaming in my head. I was wide fucking awake at this point and unable to do nothing but listen. A long period of silence passed. Eventually his feet moved away then I heard the familiar scribbling of his pen across paper. He was working. I let out a small sigh of relief.
I listened to him work for who knows how long before he finally clicked the lamp off and climbed into the cot next to mine. I heard the old springs creak and waited for his breath to stabilize.
I dared to open my eye and found him sound asleep. I turned on my back and stared up at the ceiling.
I must have laid awake for hours like that until the sun started shining through, the windows.
I kept thinking about what had happened. What was he thinking, having sex with her in the room while I was sleeping. What if I had woken up? I mean I had but what if I'd reacted? How would he have explained such a thing? Would he have even explained or denied it and blame it on one of my dreams? I couldn't help but feel he was getting more and more brazen. I was scared to think of what would happen once he was no longer satisfied with using substitutions. Sooner or later, he was going to come at me, and the thought prettified me.
Eventually Dr. Cole woke up as Hogan brought in his morning cup of coffee and the paper. I pretended to still be asleep for a while longer before opening my eyes and stretching. He was at his desk writing. He looked up at me as I pretended to notice I was naked. I looked around confused.
"How did you sleep?" He asked
I didn't respond, I just groaned and rolled over. He got up from his chair and came over to the bed. I hoped he'd give me back my hospital gown but he didn't. He lifted me out of bed and put me in my wheelchair then took me to the washroom. He watched me relieve myself then had me stand up as he gave me another sponge bath. Even though the water was warm, I shiver at his touch. I didn't want him anywhere near me.
He took his time and I noticed how he let his fingers linger on my skin. At one point he leaned in and smelling me. He didn't even try to hide what he was doing and even let himself gently kissed my leg. It was almost like he was lost in a world of his own. His hands trembled as they moved over me and I tried to ignore it, hoping he would finish soon. He took his sweet time and I closed my eye once again hoping my parents would show up soon and get me out but if they didn't I needed to start thinking of some sort of back up plan but what else could I really do, right now?
Dr. Cole pulled me from my thoughts drying me off with a towel. I was a bit surprised after all that air dry bullshit he'd given me. Still I didn't complain, when I was dry, he moved me back to my wheelchair and returned me to the medical ward. He put a fresh hospital gown on me and then Hogan brought breakfast in. Hogan joined us today. We ate in silence then Hogan discussed some hospital things with Dr. Cole as I worked on a puzzle Hogan had set up on a card table.
When Hogan left Dr. Cole worked at his desk. He looked over many files and jotted down various notes but I noticed his head kept turning in my direction throughout the morning. After lunch he got me some crutches and I spent the afternoon trying to hobble around. He kept coming up behind me and grabbing me. He would put his hands on my hips and claim he was steadying me but I could feel his hardness at my back and see his pants tenting. I worried what he might do if he got too excited.
After a while, I pretended to not be feeling well. He checked my temperature then let me rest until supper. When it was time to eat, he insisted on feeding me the soup since I wasn't feeling well. Once I was finished, I couldn't keep my eye open and worried he might have drugged it as I fell asleep.
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