CHAPTER 6

A Piece For His Molester

Phil arrives at the school medical unit, his heart pounding with the urgency of the situation.

"Hey, can you help me?" His voice is urgent, pleading.

A nurse rushes towards him, her eyes wide with concern, while another, sits lazily with hesitation to assist.

Several other nurses continue with their busy schedules, but the urgency in Phil's voice cuts through the normalcy of their day.

The nurse attending to Phil quickly assesses his injuries, her hands moving swiftly and skillfully as she checks for any signs of serious damage.

Phil is pale and shaking, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The nurse's brow furrows in concern as she realizes the extent of his injuries.

He was rushed into the emergency unit, but then the school gardener walked in, shocked to see Phil at the medical unit.

"I found that guy fighting in the school garden with another student, I wouldn't know if he was being molested but please give him proper medical attention," the gardener told the nurse while turning to walk away.

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Phil, the roaring Lion is now on the hospital bed, the springs from it making a sound each time he turns his body, the pain increasing at every bit of it, his eyes tighten.

"I'll teach that sonofabitch a lesson he'll never forget!!" he wailed in pain.

A nurse walked in with a first-aid box. "What's your name?" She asked in a manner that seemed strict.

Phil couldn't open his lips as they swelled deeply, he only blinked his eyes and closed them back.

"Can I have your ID card?" The nurse asked while cleaning off some drops and stains of blood from Phil's nostrils with cotton wool. Phil pointed to a card, which was tucked in his pocket. She removed it, took a sharp glance at it, and hissed.

" Liam Dan? You're a scholarship student?" She asked, her gesture changing instantly.

Phil had removed Liam's ID from his pocket while they were fighting in the garden, unknown to him.

"I hope you're aware also that I won't be able to offer you any medications until you've applied for medical applications from your scholarship board?" The nurse smirked, thinking Phil should have been one of the lucky poor boys who gained admission to study at Opulent University, mixing with the rich and influential as she was.

"I would want you to go get your medical applications ready after the first aid I'm giving you," she reiterated as she swiped Phil's body lazily.

She dropped a bottle of mentholated spirits on the table.

"I would only clean off these wounds, but you'll have to go apply for your medical allowance from your scholarship unit, then return and get some inflammatory drugs," she finished her words with a stare of disgust looming in her eyes, her lips curled as she shakes her head gently.

"I wonder how broke children think of surviving in a school as prestigious and expensive as this?" She laughed slowly while closing the door behind her.

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Phil couldn't believe that he could be humiliated in a school's medical unit, he shook his head and pondered on how to walk out of the medical unit with the first aid box unnoticed.

Two hours passed, and the nurse walked lazily into the emergency room, her shoes hitting against the hard-tiled floor.

"You're still here? I said you should fix your application at the cashier's office," she yelled at Phil, who struggled to sit up with a frown.

"I detest some poor folks who have the 'personality mentality'," she said, raising her two middle fingers above her head to gesture what she intended to say.

"You're just here on Scholarship and should be obedient," the nurse slammed at Phil without hesitation, her words cutting and piercing through, still believing him to be Liam.

"It's time you became aware that nothing is free even in a free town," she added, raising her brows and hissing in unison.

"How much is the full medication?" Phil stammered.

"Don't dare ask me further questions, boy. Go do what I said before you ask any questions about what you know or know not," she scowled as she slammed the door behind her.

Phil got up to walk out of the emergency room, which was void of wounded students, only to find himself in a scene straight out of a suspenseful thriller.

The emergency room was eerily quiet, the only sound the soft hum of fluorescent lights overhead. The air was heavy with the smell of antiseptic, making Phil's nostrils flare.

Empty gurneys lined the walls, their white sheets draped over them like ghosts. Medical equipment sat unused, casting long shadows in the dim light.

As Phil walked further into the room, he noticed something odd. The walls seemed to be closing in on him, the space becoming smaller and smaller. His heart started to race, a sense of panic rising in his chest.

Suddenly, a loud crash broke the silence, causing Phil to jump. He whirled around, but there was nothing there. Just empty beds and silent machines.

Feeling a sense of unease, Phil quickened his pace, eager to leave this strange place behind. But as he reached for the door, it slammed shut in front of him, sealing him inside. Panic set in as he realized he was trapped, alone in the empty emergency room.

Just then, a voice echoed through the room, chilling him to the bone. "You should never have come here, Phil" it whispered, sending shivers down his spine.

With a sense of dread, Phil turned to face the source of the voice, only to find himself staring into the eyes of a figure cloaked in darkness.

The figure took a step forward, its intentions unclear. his heart pounded in his chest as he braced himself for whatever came next, unsure if he would ever escape the empty, haunting emergency room.

He blinked his eyes, wiping them several times with his palm. He then discovered it was just normal; maybe his brain was playing tricks on him, a reaction from the heavy drugs he abused often. He couldn't believe what had just happened.

Immediately he opened the door and walked out but bumped into another nurse, which nearly frightened him.