The Nurse (closed for NeverWinterNite)

Gary wrestled at his restraints with rage. His mind was foggy how the got here. He, at best, recalled meeting someone at gunpoint, then blackness, then here. He pulled at his wrists, bound to the sides of the hospital bed, shaking the safety rails, rattling them again. His ankles were similarly bound, his attempts to kick futile but not unattempted. His screams of "Nurse! Nurse" had long ago devolved into that of gutteral rage, for rarely was there any point in summoning his captors.

During his times of lucidity, he tried staying sane, he tried determining where he was being held -- if he was at all. He found it unusual that he was alone in a hospital room, although the always-drawn curtain made him unsure what the room exactly looked like. The occasional peek was that he was in a semi-private room, but, if he was, why didn't the other person speak out when he screamed? Or had they done something to his infrequent co-habitant? Gary panted through exhausted breath, as he looked up at the blank ceiling and wall, painted thoroughly white and hiding any cracks and flaws. Was the room too perfect? His mind raced with theory after theory why he was here. They had sent other "nurses" to treat him, talk to him, "help" him. He wasn't sure if he had given them the information they needed, but they were still coming.

Huh. A new "nurse". The curtain was drawn, then closed, and a new woman showed up. He feigned a drowsy rest, waiting, testing, what she would do next.

She could hear him wrestling behind the curtain as she checked her notes about her new patient. She flipped through several pages to review what she knew about him which was a lot of classified information. She knew he was involved with a very well known shady organization and it was her job to pry important information from him, using any method possible. She sighed, sliding her fingers through her raven locks as she approached the curtain to see how he was doing. She hoped he wasn’t suffering any adverse side effects from the medication.

She pulled the curtain aside and he appeared to be asleep. Her heels clicked on the floor as she went to examine him. She saw he had slight bruising from the restraints because he was pulling on them but those would heal very soon. She touched his ankles gently, rolling them in her hands to see if he was experiencing any bruises there. She could see small red welts forming but they were superficial. Her eyes immediately went to almost faded mark of the injection she had given him in his forearm and she had to wonder why she decided to work for these kinds of people. The money was good but she was getting tired of having to interrogate patients and then hearing if her ways didn’t work, they would took more lethal steps. She shuddered at the thought. She finished the rest of her physical examination and covered him back up with the blue sheet. She pushed the curtain aside again and pulled it closed. She lightly closed his door and walked swiftly back to her office.

When she reached her office door, she realized that she forgot her clipboard with his chart on the table beside his bed. She rushed back quickly, not wanting him to see the classified information.