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nineteen and a half

Jessabel


After disposing of the girl, Yhani returned to my office. Like me, she had her dark locks pulled back into a tight ponytail, her blue scrubs contrasting to her darker skin; but, unlike me, she had no white lab coat, no sense of authority, and no PhD. Technically, due to legal standpoints, I was her superior.

“Did you want to perform any blood tests on Ms. Adel?” She asked, standing before my desk.

“No. This face to face conversation was enough to diagnose her with Stockholm Syndrome and schizophrenia. I believe that her delusions and hallucinations are severe enough that we must hospitalize her so that she is not a danger to herself or others.”

It was going to be challenging to manage to keep Cleo locked away in here, but as her psychiatrist, I could prescribe her medicines that would keep her mellow and fatigued, which could explain why she’d never demonstrate any of the symptoms of the diseases I was diagnosing her with.

“Are you sure you don’t want a brain scan of Ms. Adel or any other tests to confirm your diagnosis? Those are serious disorders.” Yhani continued, poking into some areas that she should leave alone.

“Yhani, who’s the psychiatrist?”

“Jessabel I am just -”

“Did you go to med school? Or was that me?” My voice was clipped, and after having to spend way too much time with that wench, I definitely wanted to be alone. Yhani just couldn’t let things go, could she?

After some time, she sighed. “You did.”

“What did I do?”

“Go to med school. You’re the psychiatrist.”

“And you are?”

“A nurse.”

“Glad we cleared things up.” I made the motion for her to leave my office, and Yhani compiled, her brown eyes narrowing slightly. She better leave this alone, otherwise, I’ll have to deal with her the same way I dealt with Cleo.

Permanently.

Flipping my wrist over, I checked my watch. It was a little after three in the afternoon. My shift at the bar started at five, but I’d get out of the office in about thirty.

I didn’t need my serving job anymore, not after I paid off all of my student loans, but this was the only place I got to see Ezra. It was how we stayed connected. After that stupid incident at his cabin with his bitch of a sister, we haven’t hung out as much as we used to. And now that Cleo was out of the way, we’d have nothing stopping us from being together.

Some relationships take work.

Now that the work was done, all that was left was to play.

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