CHAPTER 2

Harley's POV

I got to work half an hour later and Anita got off work happily after presenting the files of the two patients who are inside wards 2 and 10 respectively.

I saunter towards ward 2, after changing my clothes. There is a boy of 10 years watching me as I enter. There is a deviant look on his face. I plaster a smile on my face, despite my frustration. This is what it takes to be a nurse.

"Hello pretty boy", I say and move closer. He is a pretty boy with blue eyes. He is looking calm and he isn't looking like someone who is sick. I open his file and read through it. When I bring out the injection, I can see the fear on his face. 

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle", I assure him but the boy stands up and makes for the door. I am quick to catch him. 

So much for coming from the slum, I muse to myself. 

I am a well-trained judoist.

I pin the boy to the bed and he cries. With my left arm pinning him, I pick the injection up with my right hand and put the middle in between so I can bring the boy's shorts down with my right hand. Then I remove the injection from my mouth and pierce him. 

The boy screams, I rub his butts gently, hoping it'll help reduce the pain before letting him go.

"You bitch, you said it won't hurt", he insults me with tears in his eyes.

I gasp. "What the hell!" I am trying to control the rising anger in me. 

"You asshole, I told you to keep calm, didn't I?" I retort back at him.

I turn to go out and he says. "Crazy bitch."

I am tempted to go back in and give him a sound slap to reset his brain but decide against it. I am going to be the mature one. 

Instead, I pull out my tongue at him mockingly before walking out. It infuriates the boy and he yells some cursing words at me. I laugh and walk graciously to the next patient's ward. I am hoping he or she won't give me a hard time like my angry cutie. 

I get toward 10 and open the door quietly. I peep inside and see a man with a newspaper covering his face. 

I sigh in relief and thought to myself, "Thank God this one is a mature person. I can't deal with two crazy patients in a day."

I walk in and go straight to the shelf beside the bed, placing the file and the injection there. 

"Good morning, Mr. Antonio", I greet him, looking at the name on the file. His age is 28. 

Quite young, I thought inwardly.

I am thinking it is going to be an old man of 90 years or something. 

I shrug and bring out the injection before turning to the man on the bed. This is when I notice he didn't even take note of my presence. The newspaper is still in his hands, covering his face. 

"Mr. Antonio?" I call again but there is no reply.

"Oh, Gracious God!", I mutter, under my breath. "Is he deaf or something?"

"What do you want?" The melodious masculine voice asks me and I feel my legs wobbling from the sweetness of the voice. 

I am expecting to hear a gruff voice. I still wish he is an old man, maybe he won't be giving me a hard time like this.

"Well, I'm your nurse. I'm here to give you your injection." The smile is back on my face.

He finally drops the newspaper and I can see his face. He is damn attractive and his bulging blue eyes add to the beauty. He has wavy black hair and a lovely mustache. He looks quite familiar as his icy glare pierces into my soul, making me conscious of his looks.

He gazes at me for a while before staring at the injection in my hand. I see the fear flashing across his handsome face and I give him a reassuring smile. 

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

The man scoffs and places the newspaper on his lap. He folds his arm around his chest and asks. "Why can't the guy who came here yesterday give it to me? You don't look at all like someone qualified to be a nurse."

My mouth drop open. "What?!" 

I want to rant to him about how I worked my ass off just to get a degree in Nursing and here he is mocking me and saying I ain't qualified? What the hell!

"Yeah. Besides, I'm ok now", he picks up the newspaper again. "I don't think I need the injection again. Especially not from someone like you."

I am done exercising patience. I am ready to give him a piece of my mind. I fold my arms around my bosom. "Can you tell me what it takes to be qualified as a nurse?"

"Nurses don't look miserable", he retorts sharply. "You look miserable and your dress is totally out of it. You just don't fit into this sector."

I laugh shortly. He is talking about my eyebags. "What sector do I fit in then, sir?"

"Entertainment industry, or a strip club."

"You want me to strip for you?" I ask with a grin.

"You aren't worth it."

"The last time I was nice to someone the way I am to you right now was 5 years ago. I ain't nice so please don't try my patience." I warn him.

"What if I do?" He is daring me.

"Then, you're going to see the other side of me."

He chuckles richly. "Really? I want to see it."

"With all respect, kindly pull down your fu***ng shorts and let me give you your injection in peace so I can get the hell out of here", I shout at him in frustration.

He looks at me with amusement. "Come pull it off", he says and turns back to the newspaper. I am boiling in anger. 

I twirl round to bring out the syringe and infuse the liquid inside it before turning to face him. I fling the newspaper in his hands away. He is surprised at my actions. 

I push him hard with my left hand so his butts are facing me. He yells at me and tries to stand up. He is stronger than me but I am ready to show him the stuff I am made of. I place my arm on the back of his neck to pin him down as his legs are dangling, then I pull down his trousers. 

He almost hit me with his legs as he throws them backward toward me. I avoid it and the shaking of his body becomes rigorous. I am finding it very hard to insert the injection. He is yelling at the top of his voice too, shouting at me to stop or he'll kill me. 

I am not listening. I am bothered about how to inject him as soon as possible. I finally find a good spot but I am having difficulties piercing him gently so he won't get hurt. 

I am becoming tired from the way he is throwing his legs toward me so I remove the cover of the injection and raise it before piercing him hard.

He screams and I become scared. I rub my hands over it quickly and apologize before running out with the file. 

As I walk back to my cubicle, I can still hear the man's scream. I get to the cubicle and sigh heavily, hoping he will be relieved soon. 

The moment I sit down on my chair, I begin to feel exhausted and sleepy. I dump the file on the table and lay my head on it, wishing I can have at least an hour of sleep. 

I did not know when sleep eludes me.