1
“Is that him?” the young nurse said to her colleague.
“I think so. God, he’s hot.”
“How come we can’t have doctors like that in our hospital?”
“Because life’s not that sweet.”
“Good morning,” said the dreamboat doctor to the two nurses behind the reception desk. His voice was deep, soothing, rich yet slightly rough round the edges in that way that made a girl tingle all over. “I’m here to see Hayley.”
“You must be Doctor Mullen,” said Nurse Flanagan, flashing a flirtatious smile his way.
“That’s right,” he said, his own smile returning hers politely, those beautiful dark eyes flicking from Nurse Flanagan to her colleague Nurse Rodgers and back again, both of them with that slightly far-off expression on their faces as they imagined him slowly taking off that well-cut suit, the navy tie and designer shirt.
“Ah, Doctor Mullen,” a loud, older female voice cut into the proceedings, shaking the strangely hypnotic hold this tall dark stranger had over the two reception nurses. “We’ve been expecting you. Good trip, I hope?”
“Fine, thank you… uh…?”
“Senior nurse Adovar,” she said, something of the Valkyrie about her. “Thank you girls,” she said to the more junior nurses, who blushed slightly at the old battle-axe’s words, “there’s plenty for you to do.”
“Nice meeting you,” Dr Mullen held up a palm of good-bye to the girls, who could only sigh dreamily in reply, shifting in their seats because of the slight dampness arising between their thighs.
“This way,” the senior nurse said, waggling her wide load as she led him away.
They were alone in the elevator as it creaked and juddered its way slowly up to the fifth floor. “They brought her in only yesterday,” she was saying as they slowly rose through the mammoth hospital building. “She’s made quite a name for herself already, I can assure you. Shocking. If she weren’t mentally ill…”
“I’m grateful to you for calling us in,” Mullen said. “She’s been missing nearly a week. God knows what she’s been doing in all that time.”
“How did she escape, anyway?”
“It seems there was a fire. I’m afraid the staff there didn’t have a very good procedure for coping with all the patients once they’d all been evacuated from the building.”
“Well, that could hardly have been your fault, Doctor, why they sent you to clear up their mess, I don’t know…”
The elevator came to the relevant floor, the doors opening at the sound of an electronic bell. Nurse Adovar led him out into the empty corridor, saying forthrightly: “Here we are – it’s just down here,” as they moved through into a high-security part of the hospital, not a regular ward by any stretch of the imagination.
“What sort of state is she in?” he asked as they progressed through a number of locked doors.
“Well, physically, she’s surprisingly good, I’d say. A little under-nourished, the odd bruise and scrape. There’s been no sexual interference, which is something of a miracle, a young girl on her own like that in this city. I guess she’s probably too much trouble for even a streetwalker to bother with.”
“She’s had a troubled time of it,” he said, almost defensively.
“Well, that doesn’t excuse behaviour like hers in my book. Well, here she is. Be careful, doctor, please. You don’t know what she’s like. She’s evil, that one. Evil.”
“I’ll be fine,” he insisted.
“Doctor, she’s the wickedest child I have ever laid eyes on. She’s evil, I’m telling you. Please be careful.”
He looked into the white, sterile padded cell and the pretty young girl inside didn’t quite reflect the nurse’s comments. Sitting quietly, her legs drawn up underneath her, her hands were motionless in her lap as she stared out of the thin window – the only opening onto the real world, just as slender as she was. A terribly pale, a petite, fragile creature in little more than a standard hospital smock. But he could see she was wearing handcuffs – regular police issue.
“Unlock the door, please,” he asked calmly.
He continued to watch through the tiny window in the door as the nurse found her keys and fumbled through the great collection of iron to search for the relevant item.
Though he could only see one side of her face, she did not look dangerous – quite the opposite, in fact – she was incredibly beautiful, even in the unflattering strip light, the only colour in the entire room her strawberry blonde hair tumbling down her back. But her whole appearance seemed haunted, gaunt, drained. Her skin so grey, her hair so bedraggled, dark rings under her doe eyes.
“Hayley,” the senior nurse said. “Hayley, this is Doctor Mullen. He’s going to try to help you.”
There was no sign of a response from the girl.
“She was sedated,” the senior nurse said. “It should have worn off by now, but you can never be certain with timing, huh?”
“Hello, Hayley,” Mullen said softly.
At the sound of his voice, the girl turned, quickly whipping her head round towards him. In a moment, her frighteningly pretty eyes connected with his, and he caught his breath, fighting to keep from displaying any reaction to either the nurse or the girl.
The senior nurse gestured for him to take a seat. He did so, in the lightweight wooden chair just around the table from the girl. Doctor Mullen was quite prepared for harsh behaviour – but he wasn’t prepared for this. The brief flash of her standard-issue white cotton panties as she parted her legs, without even losing the grip her elfin eyes held on his. As she placed one thumb innocently inside her mouth, the finger of her other hand devilishly snaked down her pale inner thigh.
“Hey Doc,” she said with a mischievous grin. “Why don’t you get rid of the bitch and come slide your cock inside me?”
“Hayley!” the nurse hissed. “How dare you – “
“It’s all right,” Doctor Mullen halted the nurse with a hand signal. Then calmly to Hayley: “How are you feeling, Hayley?”
It was so difficult keeping his eyes on the road as the little girl on the seat did what she was doing. The young girl’s impish smile told him in absolute silence that she knew he could see between her milky white thighs, see her panties. She flashed her beautiful eyes at him with some primitive form of satisfaction as she recognised the expression of mild surprise on his face, a response to her display.
“I’m feeling like some of your hard cock, Doc,” she said, as much to make Nurse Adovar react as him. ”Come on, Doc – you’re a real man. None of those fuckers in there were real men. Wouldn’t you like to fuck me?”
“No, Hayley,” he said, trying to keep a lid on things.
“Fuck you!” she screamed suddenly, surprisingly forcefully, looking up now, glaring into his eyes, full of rage.
It startled him a little, more than a little.
“She’s been nothing but trouble since the moment she got here,” the senior nurse explained, her incredible lack of sensitivity in speaking this way in front of the patient making Dr Mullen crease his brow in bewilderment.
The girl spat at the senior nurse – missing by some way, but clearly making her point. “Go suck off Satan, bitch,” she said, sounding peculiarly calm as she said it.
“We should have sent her straight up to the Hill,” despite her experience, her bullish demeanour, under the surface the senior nurse couldn’t take this kind of impertinence. “Soon as we got her, she should have gone straight up to the nut-house like the other freaks.”
“All right, all right,” Mullen said, “let’s try to keep things calm, huh?”
“So what’s this new treatment involve, anyway, doctor?” the senior nurse asked, averting her gaze from the obscene gestures the girl was making towards her.
“Well, it’s just something I’m trialling. Three years at Almeda didn’t do much for her, so I’m trying something different.”
He caught the girl’s eye, and smiled, trying to connect with her on some level. The girl stuck out her tongue at him childishly.
“Well, I guess that’s why you’ve got the reputation you have, Doctor. Most would have given up on a lost cause like this the moment they laid eyes on her.”
“Do you know where you are, Hayley?” he asked her, keeping his voice steady as steady could be, despite what the girl was up to.
“Do you wanna fuck me, Mister?” she replied, her voice sounding slightly slurred, the effects of the drugs still.
“Heavens!” the senior nurse gasped.
“I bet you would,” the girl said. “You know I have a real tight little pussy. I don’t let just anyone near it, you know. You’d love it.”
She pulled her little white cotton panties explicitly to one side to reveal the glistening pink petals of her vagina. Dr Mullen tried not to look, tried not to react, but It was difficult not to.
“She’s a wicked, wicked girl, doctor,” the nurse said, missing the outrageous display from where she was sitting. “You see? She’s not worth any special treatment. You should just lock her up and throw away the key.”
“Well, I think attitudes like that are going to do more harm than good,” he said, standing up with a disapproving glance in the direction of the senior nurse. “Have her taken out to my car, would you? I have some paper work needs filling out.”
“Well… if you’re absolutely sure, Doctor…” Nurse Adovar said in a manner that longed to be proved right, that craved being able to come back to him some day and say “I told you so.”
“And make sure she’s been to the bathroom, please,” he said before leaving the room. “It’s a pretty long drive.”
2
She hammered on the windows for about two or three miles, then realised it was doing no good. The shouting and screaming died out after five miles. It was getting a bit much, but he was prepared for this. She had a lot of anger in her system. But, after a while, she got tired of the display.
Once everything was quiet in the back of the large black sedan, he pressed the button to wind down the window between them.
“You done with all that?” he asked, looking at her in the mirror.
