The Prison Healer Fan Art Novels & Stories

My shoes clicked across the dull tiles as I moved further inside, and my stomach tightened when my eyes landed on him. He wasn’t like the others. Most prisoners I had treated in this job were either broken down, old, or too far gone in drugs to even look human anymore. But this one, he looks entirely different. He sat half propped on the bed, his muscular arm stretched out, the other cuffed to the iron frame above his head. The restraint made his chest pull tight, his shirt torn, exposing cut muscle and skin inked in black tattoos. There was a fresh slash across his bicep, blood running down, staining the sheets.

She watched Vieira as he disappeared out of sight before taking the bowl and heading straight out of the forest. Many moments later, the healer was finding her way through the path to the underground prison. On getting to the guard, they let her pass. After a few more strides into the deeper holding cells, she came to stand right before the iron bars of the cell where the man was being held. She cleared her throat. " You come here quite too often lately. " The man said with his gaze fixed on the prison wall and backing the healer." You are pretty much aware of that, right?"

This jail does not offer special services or private chambers to the political elite, artists, wealthy individuals, or anyone in positions of influence. Archer's lack of proper treatment is evident; he has hollow eyes as a result of his lack of sleep, his skin is so close to his bones, and he has numerous fresh cuts and scars on his face and arms. I wonder if he's getting beaten by the other inmates. However, I'm pretty sure that his sociopathic tendency is being taken seriously. I'm curious if his family still visits him here, because I'm sure they'll retaliate if they see him in this condition. I sighed, crossed my fingers, and placed my hands on the table. I noticed his eyelids moving and

• After two days of being forced fed pills and convincing the guards I was stable enough to be let out, I was now sat in a therapy group. The annoying woman opposite me wouldn't shut up about enlightenment and kindness. We were tasked with drawing how we feel... so I started to sketch a monster under the bed, clawing it's way out, this would definitely freak her out I was interrupted from my calming colouring when someone sat next to me. I stopped what I was doing and looked at him He looked a few years older than me, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes He had a nose ring and by the looks of it, a tongue piercing too.

The look on the warriors faces that had dragged me into the prison were of pity and contempt "To hell with all of them, they'd be dead meat by the time the fight was over—and I swear to he kind heart of the goddess, I would teach then each, a lesson that is well deserving of them" Alpha Xavier made a mess on my hair before stepping out, he had a look of a victor on his face. "Damn! This man was a fucking dreamer. No wonder he is the Alpha with less regards" I whispered inwardly and chuckled. I heaved in a deep breath and observed my environment, the prison was indeed a special place. It was painted in dark grey, and had a white rooftop that complemented its colour, the bed was perfectly lai

~*~*~*~ We were then led to one of the prison cells where the servant was wrapped in a blanket. A healer attended to the whip marks and other wounds. Two guards laid out food for the poor soul. I winced as I watched how the healer poured medicinal powder over every wound. The servant flinched each time it made contact with his skin. My heart broke at such a painful sight. No one deserved this sort of cruelty. No one should be ridiculed just because they stood up for what they believed to be right. The guard on our left coughed, alerting everyone of our presence.

Thanks to Marcus's own false diagnosis from three years ago and my three-year documented stay in the mental hospital, I was ruled to have acted in self-defense against Vincent. The system that had failed me before now protected me. I walked away clean, happily watching Marcus and Victoria tear each other apart in the legal battles that followed. In the end, due to his pack status and family connections, Marcus escaped criminal charges but had his healing license permanently revoked. He could never practice medicine again. The career he'd built his entire identity around was finished. Victoria fared worse. Her fake illness schemes, the evidence of bribing mental hospital staff, and her role i

“Tell are you one of my father’s dogs? Is he there behind those glasses?” “I pity you. You know that?” “I would never give you anything.” His voice settled down. “You’ll never break me.” I opened the zipper on the leather, “then this one would be handy.” I took out the contents of the prison boss gift. There were a variety of scissors, pliers, and scalpels inside. “Shall we give it a try?” I stood holding a small blade in one hand and a ball gag on the other. “What do you think?”

Chapter 2 "Thanks Artie." I smile at Aurther the head chef of the prison, a gentle giant of a man who got stuck here after killing a man in self defense. Everyone loves him. He is friendly, polite and always helping those that don’t cause him any trouble. The best part is if you are kind to him and help him in the kitchen, then you’ll earn extra desert in this hell hole. “Not a problem Alli Cat. Also, take this.” Holding out a cupcake to me, I quickly reach over and receive the treat and place it onto my tray, my necklace slipping out from under the collar of my shirt and catching the light.

But only when he turned his back on me, I realized he had only ever loved the halo of a Luna-to-be that used to surround me. Now the halo disappeared. I should be disappeared too. In one night, I was reduced from the Beta’s Class A daughter to a prisoner. The next three years felt like a waking nightmare. Backbreaking labor, the sting of whips waiting around every corner, the senseless malice of those just as broken as me...Each day chipped away at the girl I used to be, until even my body no longer felt like my own. I tried to kill myself, but the prison made sure I wouldn’t die.