Full Mental Case
Tooth be told
It seemed like the closer to the full moon I get the more jittery. Well, this far from the full moon. I'm a little more mellow I mean until the next twenty-eight days.
I finished checking on one of my patients leaving their room after they drifted to sleep. When I felt cold and uncomfortable about something. I shook it off and walked back to my desk. Chace was nowhere to be seen since he was off tonight. So I was pretty much alone. Maribeth's replacement was smoking a cigarette. Must've been a requirement.
But I couldn't shake off that feeling. It was when I heard someone cry out that made me jump. I knew it was something bad going on. I got up and heard their cries and it stopped and died down. The room that I heard the cries in was Troy's either he had a bad dream, or something else.
Instead I found him in an awkward position on the ground laying in a pool of blood and drool. I flipped him onto his back.
"Troy, Troy." I said and shook him.
I checked his vitals not good. I called for a doctor and then began performing CPR.
I watched as they zipped Troy up in the body bag. My stomach churned with deep surpressed feelings like. This had to have been my fault. Or, why didn't I check on him? What if I did want something like this to happen to him? I mean he killed Izzy why wouldn't this befall him but something about the whole even didn't add up.
After filing a report Sharon came back into the hospital and took a seat next to me. She hugged herself. I sniffed the air and looked at her.
"What happened to you?" I asked her.
"Oh, you know, I just had one and couldn't stop." she said.
"Cigarette?" I asked her.
"Yeah." she said.
"Did you know that Troy one of your patients died tonight?" I asked her.
"I checked on him before leaving." she said.
"I tried calling you." I said.
She stood up.
"Look I'm sorry, okay, I need to use the restroom." she said.
I furrowed my brows. For someone who's suppose to be taking their job seriously isn't really doing a good job.
After work I went to the bar and found Chace and Greg there. We sat together at a bar stool.
"So he just died?" Gregory asked.
"I saw the pool of blood, it didn't aid up." I said.
"Did you think to check surveillance videos?" Chace asked.
I looked at him.
"We can do that?" I asked him.
"You need the pass code but I got it." he said.
"Tonight when you go to work you should check it out." Greg said.
I nodded.
"I think, maybe a vampire had something to do with it." I said.
"As far as I know all vampires are unwelcome there." Chace said.
"Except you." I said to him.
"It had to have been a freak accident the bleeding could've came from him falling off the bed." Greg said.
I shook my head.
"When I checked him, before he died, he was... aroused which meant he was doing something before his death." I said.
"Maybe he was lonely and you know did the lonely guy thing." Chace said.
"He doesn't do the lonely guy thing. He doesn't like the lonely guy thing." I said to him and took another sip of my beer.
"Well only the video can tell the story." Greg said.
"Pretty much." I said.
I finished checking on one of my patients leaving their room after they drifted to sleep. When I felt cold and uncomfortable about something. I shook it off and walked back to my desk. Chace was nowhere to be seen since he was off tonight. So I was pretty much alone. Maribeth's replacement was smoking a cigarette. Must've been a requirement.
But I couldn't shake off that feeling. It was when I heard someone cry out that made me jump. I knew it was something bad going on. I got up and heard their cries and it stopped and died down. The room that I heard the cries in was Troy's either he had a bad dream, or something else.
Instead I found him in an awkward position on the ground laying in a pool of blood and drool. I flipped him onto his back.
"Troy, Troy." I said and shook him.
I checked his vitals not good. I called for a doctor and then began performing CPR.
I watched as they zipped Troy up in the body bag. My stomach churned with deep surpressed feelings like. This had to have been my fault. Or, why didn't I check on him? What if I did want something like this to happen to him? I mean he killed Izzy why wouldn't this befall him but something about the whole even didn't add up.
After filing a report Sharon came back into the hospital and took a seat next to me. She hugged herself. I sniffed the air and looked at her.
"What happened to you?" I asked her.
"Oh, you know, I just had one and couldn't stop." she said.
"Cigarette?" I asked her.
"Yeah." she said.
"Did you know that Troy one of your patients died tonight?" I asked her.
"I checked on him before leaving." she said.
"I tried calling you." I said.
She stood up.
"Look I'm sorry, okay, I need to use the restroom." she said.
I furrowed my brows. For someone who's suppose to be taking their job seriously isn't really doing a good job.
After work I went to the bar and found Chace and Greg there. We sat together at a bar stool.
"So he just died?" Gregory asked.
"I saw the pool of blood, it didn't aid up." I said.
"Did you think to check surveillance videos?" Chace asked.
I looked at him.
"We can do that?" I asked him.
"You need the pass code but I got it." he said.
"Tonight when you go to work you should check it out." Greg said.
I nodded.
"I think, maybe a vampire had something to do with it." I said.
"As far as I know all vampires are unwelcome there." Chace said.
"Except you." I said to him.
"It had to have been a freak accident the bleeding could've came from him falling off the bed." Greg said.
I shook my head.
"When I checked him, before he died, he was... aroused which meant he was doing something before his death." I said.
"Maybe he was lonely and you know did the lonely guy thing." Chace said.
"He doesn't do the lonely guy thing. He doesn't like the lonely guy thing." I said to him and took another sip of my beer.
"Well only the video can tell the story." Greg said.
"Pretty much." I said.