Wonderful mistake 14

Wonderful mistake 14

I can hear Lereana talking on the phone in the next room. I turn and look at my bed. There is blood everywhere, how in the world am I going to wash that out? I lay flat on my back. I feel completely empty, like a hollow shell of myself.

I hear Lereana hang up the phone and she walks back into the room.
"Dr. Ganto is on his way" she says.
"Wonderful... Does he really need to come down here?"
"Yes. He does, we've just been through this. Whats your deal about doctors anyway?"
"Doctors are well known around here for sedating, sometimes even killing, moncrons and harvesting there organs to sell on the black market. Moncro body parts go for a high price do to religious cults who think they can do special retrials with it. Not to mention the 'exotic diners'"
"'Exotic diners'?"
"Its basically a term for high class glutens who only eat foods that are considered forbidden. They are basically Cannibals that aren't picky on the race there eating"
She stairs at me with a look of shock on her face.
"Haven't you heard of them?"
"I have, but I thought it was just something parents made up to keep there kids in line..."
"You have a lot to learn dearie"

Theres a knock on the front door.
"I'll get it" Lereana says and leaves to answer the door.
She returns a moment later with that human doctor trailing in behind her.
"Well, you look almost as bad off as the last time I was here. Whats the problem this time?" He asks.
"I was hit in the back of the head with a brick" i reply
He sighs. "Well lets take a look, mind bowing your head?"
"... Ok, but if you try anything funny I will defend myself"
"Sir, I'm a Professional doctor. Theres nothing to worry about."
More like a professional butcher. Im do as I'm told and he stands in front of me and pulls at my hair.
"Sir? Would you consider cutting your hair? Its getting in the way" he says
"Not going to happen"
He moves my hair a little more before stopping. "Sir, do you realize theres a wound back here revealing your skull?"
"Im aware."
"The edges have healed, how long ago did this happen?"
"A week"
He sighs "and why did you wait that long before seeking treatment?" He says condescendingly.
This guy is getting on my nerves. "Because I fell asleep when it happened. I only woke up today."
He pauses for a moment. "Ok sir. Heres what we are going to do; I'm going to re-open the edges of the wound and give you stitches so it will heal properly, then you're going to come with me to get your brain scanned, ok?"
"Yes on the stitches, no on the scan."
"But sir, you may have brain damage."
"I feel fine."
"Do you know what would make you feel even better? Going to sleep and never wakening up. Which may happen if you don't get proper treatment"
"... Stitch me up, then we'll talk"
"Ok, sir." I hear him rattle something around, he's probably looking through his bag. "Ok sir, this is going to be cold." He dabs something on the back of my head. I flinch, It is indeed very cold, is he dabbing my neck with ice?
"What is that?" I ask
"Its just a little something to numb the pain."
I feel him put something thin agents the wound, and a moment later something warm trickles down my neck and onto my cheek. He dabs it away with a scrap of cloth.
He pokes at my flesh and I feel my skin be tugged back multiple times.
"Ok, sir, your all fixed up. It took four stitches to close the wound."
I reach back and feel the Individual ridge of each stitch. I look up at him. "Thank you"
"Its just my job. Now, come with me so you can get your brain scanned."
"Oh, I don't think so."
"Sir, it will benefit your quality of life if we can diagnose you and see you are properly cared for."
"Im fine, I don't need a cancer inducing scan just because theres a small chance of damage"
He sighed, "sir, its never been proven that cat scans are linked to cancer."
"But it hasn't been proven its not either."
"are you really going to jeopardize your health over an urban legend?"
I honestly don't care if the legend is true or not, I'm not going to a hospital. "Yes I am."
"Sir, you're being very unreasonable."
"Am I? You're trying to force me to do something i don't want to."
"Im not forcing you to do anything, I'm just doing whats best for your health."
"I feel fine."
He let out a sigh "you know what? Fine. go on and live with sever mental problems if you wish, I'm sick of dealing with you." He turns to Lereana "I'll send you the bill in the mail"
He gets up and swiftly leaves my apartment. Finlay he was starting to get on my nerves.
"Are you sure you're ok?" Lereana asks
"Yes, I'm fine"
"...you really should get your head checked..."
"Sorry dearie, but there is nothing you can say that can make me step foot in a hospital."

She looked away and we sat in silence for a wile.
"...so what exactly happened last week?" She asks.
"... I was walking home from the date, then This drug addicted woman came up behind me and tried to bash my head in with a brick"
"Why?"
"I don't know... Something about me looking wealthy and needing money for drugs."
"Ok... Then what happened? Why do you think you killed her?"
"I-it was reflex, I didn't mean to..." I begin to tremble slightly as that terrible moment goes through my mind once again.
Lereana begins to gently rub my back "I know you didn't, but please, just tell me what happened."
"I st-" my voice brakes. I take a deep breath and try again "I stabbed her in the heart"
"Oh jeez..."
"I k-killed her... I know I did. I felt the blade hit her heart..."
"Its ok, it was self defense"
"Doesn't matter. I took a life..."
"She was a drug addict, she would have probably caused more harm then good if she continued living"
"You don't know that. She could have gotten help. could have been reformed and become someone great, but now that will never happen... Because of me..."
"She would would have just tried to rob someone else and get killed by them. People are killed all the time, its just something that happens"
"...how can you say that?"
"Well... Some people are just destined to die"
...like me... "... Do me a favor"
"What is it?"
"Never bring this up again"
"If you don't talk about things you will never resolve anything"
"Yea? Well talking about it isn't going to resurrect that woman"
"No, But it can help you cope with it"
"Death happens all the time, i can cope with it on my own. Now, can we please change the subject?"
"Ok... What do you want to talk about?"
My stomach growled loudly... When was the last time I ate again? "Perhaps we should talk later, I really need to get something to eat."
Lereana smiled. "Clean yourself up and I can take you to a restaurant."
"No, I'm not going to mooch off of you."
"It's not mooching, it's... We will plan over dinner."
I stare at her blankly. "... Plan what?"
"Our next date." She said and winked.
I chuckle. "Alright." Wait... what would I wear? Ive already worn my best outfit for a week straight.  "One problem though, I don't have anything nice to wear."
"Thats ok, you go clean yourself up, and while you're doing that I can pick you up some cloths. Deal?"
"Ok, Deal."
"Alright, I'll see you in a little wile"
She gets up and walks out of my room and a moment later I hear the front door close.