We do it for everyone.
I pulled the leather padded straps tighter and tighter.
Just relax for me.
Ari Bakker
I could hear his breathing get heavier as I finished his legs.
Maybe Im just too nice.
You look like youve had a rough night, Mr. Thompson.
Did you get any sleep or were you up all night?
I asked the pale, skinny man.
I think I got a few hours, but not too much.
Ari Bakker
Im feeling awful this morning and I think there is something wrong.
You were here last week.
Mr. Thompson, you have been here for a few months now.
Do you happen to know why?
Any recollection at all?
I I think I might remember a little bit.
Something about a car?
Something about an accident, maybe?
His voice trembled as he spoke.
He was able to adjust his head to turn and look at me before speaking again.
Am I even close?
Was I in an accident?
I picked up the clipboard that hung loosely over the foot of his bed.
The yellow and white papers were scribbled on in what was only barely legible handwriting.
AT APPROXIMATELY 1:03 AM, MR. THOMPSON AND MS. REDDING HAD AN ARGUMENT INVOLVING HER FIDELITY.
MR. THOMPSON THEN RAN HIS VEHICLE INTO A TREE, INJURING HIMSELF IN THE PROCESS.
NO ALCOHOL WAS DETECTED IN HIS SYSTEM UPON ARRIVAL OF PARAMEDICS.
MR. THOMPSON IS KEPT FOR TREATMENT OF HIS INJURIES, FOLLOWED IMMEDIATELY BY PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION AND ARREST.
So this guy was a murderous nut-job.
You could say you were in a bang out of accident.
There was a car and you were in it.
There was a wreck and you were involved.
Maybe things before the accident?
Ummm… he started, I feel like there was a girl.
Good job, Mr. Thompson.
There was in fact a girl.
Do you remember her name?
Oh, God no.
I dont really recall anything like that.
Did I know the girl?
She was hurt pretty badly though.
You did a number on her.
Seems she is going to be ok though, from what I can tell.
I flipped through the other pages and read over the specifications of Mr. Thompsons injuries.
The bastard had made it out alright besides the bump to the head and a broken leg.
I lifted up his sheets to look at the leg, wrapped tightly inside of a plaster cast.
Hows that leg feeling?
Its not too bad, I dont think.
They said it snapped.
Shit, I can tell you that it sure felt like it snapped yesterday.
It is a little better though as long as I dont play with it.
Not exactly ready to run a marathon on it yet, you know?
I certainly wouldnt recommend that, in my opinion.
I said, running my hand over the mans leg.
Are you feeling any pain anywhere currently?
Not much just a little under the cast, but I think that is normal.
he lifted his head a few inches off of the pillow to look down at his leg.
Youre not gonna ask me to wiggle my toes, are you?
It might make me cry.
But I did want to give you a little something to ease the pain.
Would that be ok?
he replied as I began to fasten the straps on his bed snug around his arm.
Are those really necessary?
The sweat started coming from his brow even more now.
Ive changed my mind.
he sputtered out, rapidly.
I dont want any meds!
I finished yanking the bindings and buckling him down.
He struggled harder, but soon realized that it wasnt worth the energy.
These restraints were made to hold the strongest of men.
I peered around the room to find the clippers used to remove plaster from a patients appendage.
I found them with a large smile and began cutting the cast off of Mr. Thompson.
The noise came from right under my closed fist as I brought it down.
Mr. Thompson tried to holler from the pain, but the sock choked back the yells.
I shook my head at him more.
This will help the pain, Mr. Thompson.
This will make all of it stop.
I stood there until he was dead.
Now back in my standard patients gown, I started back towards my room.
Why I had chosen Mr. Thompson, I dont know.
Every last sick one of us.
called out a voice behind me.
What have I told you about leaving your room?
Im sorry, nurse.
I was just heading back now.
Dont let me see you roaming the halls again.
All patients have to stay in their rooms until escorted by a staff member.
I know, maam.
I said, turning my back to the nurse.
Only doctors can roam the halls…and Im no doctor…
