Chapter 9 of 40

9. Can One Thing Go Right??

Psycho (Han Jisung)2,035 words~11 min read

I open the drawer and the capsules spread like treasure in front of my eyes. I'm lucky to have so many of them here waiting to be stolen. It's hard to see in the dark but turning the light on would catch attention.

Surprisingly my coworker decided to stay up today, since he got schooled yesterday. He seems fresh and energetic which would be a problem if I wouldn't have the sleeping powder in my pocket.

I take out the plastic box that is a little bigger and stuff it inside my backpack. It's not like they will need it after he gets out of the hospital.

One thing done now the others. I'm even surprised at the fact that I can keep my cool so well. Of course I'm a bit excited but my heart it's still beating at it's normal rate.

I walk to the kitchen and prepare two warm cups of coffee. I poured the powder inside the right one and remember what the instruction said. If he drinks it now he'll get sleepy around 2:55am so it's perfect.

Perhaps it starts working with a five to ten minutes delay that would be even better. Once again I walk back to the front desk and see him playing on his phone.

"Here I got you a drink" He looks up with a smile and bows his head as he takes the coffee out of my grip.

"Oh thank you" This naive ass takes a sip right away, it would be amazing if he just drinks it all in one go but I don't think I'll get that lucky. The time is 2:35am at the moment and I only need the director to leave before I break inside Squirrely's room.

It feels like a century as the clock keeps ticking. I can't help but watch my coworker take more and more sips of the coffee. Please old man. Just pleaseee. Leave before he falls asleep.

Finally after 10 minutes I hear steps coming closer and closer. Thank god he decided to leave otherwise I would have died here of waiting.

I hear a sudden jump from behind me when the director greeted us goodbye. Looks like the powder Is making It's effect.

The moment the director walks through the front door and my co-worker just crashes himself on the chair. "I thought I slept enough this afternoon, so why do my eyes kept closing all of a sudden" He opens his eyes widely a few times trying to fight the powder that he drank. Maybe I should give him some motivation before continuing with the plan.

"I'll go check on the patients to make sure everything is ok. You can take a nap if you need to. Don't worry I can manage by myself." I say and his eyes lit up a bit. I just really want him to take the god damn nap without resisting.

"Oh... Really. Then I guess I'll close my eyes for a few minutes." I just give him a small smile before turning on my heals and walking away.

Suddenly I feel like I should hurry up. If Squirrely took the drug 3 minutes ago I have 27 minutes left. I just jump from room to room to quickly checking if the patients are asleep before walking in front of his door. I tap the small screen on tha wall and six lines appear for the six digital code.

"000914" I say to myself while entering the numbers one by one. I hear the beep after every entered number and only after all six of them are in the screen turns green and the door unlock.

With a deep breath I push the door open and enter the room. It's dark inside and not a single sound can be heard. I get closer to him and hear the sound of his laughs pumping air in and out.

I walk further into the room and spot him on his bed. He is lying on the bed, his body not making a single movement. I have to admit, it's low-key scary to walk here not knowing if he Is awake or asleep but then my eyes catch something else.

A needle is stuck in his arm. My eyes followed the plastic tube that is connecting the needle to an infusion. What the...??

Suddenly t hits me. He didn't scream last night, or made any kind of noise and that's because he didn't even know they were giving him the drug.

The director gives him the drug by putting it inside an infusion every night, because they don't want to pull any more attention on him.

But that means the infusion therapy will take time before the last drop is injected inside his body.

Shit. I can't just take him off the IV, god knows what he'll act like if he doesn't take the fucking drug. I need to wait untill all of it it's injected in his body.

I look at the infusion and fuck me it's gonna take at least 20 minutes or even 30. It isn't completely full and by now half of the half is empty. And there is only a little amount of liquid left.

This definitely wasn't a part of the plan. It is supposed to be simple. Break in, take him out, get him inside the car and sayonara people.

At least he is sleeping right now so I don't have to deal with that small detail. If I wait to long my coworker will wake up and I'll have him on my shoulders as well.

If I don't I have no idea what is the reaction of his body going to be. Damn It. I search around the room in case I find something that might be valuable to him.

My calm nerves are almost dancing around me by now I'm so close to sweating right now but I know I can keep a clear head. I hate it when things don't go the way they are supposed to go but here we are.

I also want to beat up my own ass. Why the actual fuck didn't I notice that something was off last night. I hit my forehead a few times because I truly feel like am idiot right now.

I open one more drawer but nothing. Did they keep him in here without letting him do anything or something. With the last drop of hope inside of me I open the last one and to my surprise there are around 10 note books inside and a and bunch of different colored pencils.

I take one and open it but it just gets me more confused. There are.. lines drawn horizontally and and vertically, dots and all kind of different signs that make no sense.

To make it even more crazy, all of them are In different colours. What the hell... I open a nother in hopes there is something else Inside it but it's completely the same.

I open every single note book just to find the same things inside. Lines and dots that make zero sense. I feel terrified... what the hell did they actually do to him. Is he by any chance totally insane, no it can't be.

I see my hands shaking a bit, my heart beat is uncontrollably fast by now and my eyes don't know where to look. Not only shock but fear fills me up as well.

I spread the notebooks on the floor fast without even caring about the noise they make. I need to see some logic In this. He can't be insane. He just can't.

Maybe it's a code or something. Maybe he simply invented his own way of writing and those are his journals. Maybe it's something else. I look at the algorithms but non of them are the same. In fact all the lines are drawn differently.

There must be an exploration and I'm gonna get it. I collect them all from the ground and throw them inside my backpack. I will figure it out later.

I say to myself and look at the clock. Fuck when did 20 minutes pass?? That is way to much. I then look at the infusion and it's already completely empty. Great cos I'm not spending even a minute waiting anymore.

I carefully take the needle out of his arm and he doesn't even move or show any kind of reaction. Now to wake him up. I didn't think about this part much but since my nerves are pretty much shaken up I don't for how much long I'm going to be able to think straight.

I shake his shoulders, not to hard not to light and he finally lets out a sound. All of a sudden his eyes open and his hands grab my wrists. He looks at me and a scream fills up the room as he jumps off the bed and fall on the floor like a bag of potatoes.

He is quick to react again. Out of fear he pushes himself as far away as possible from me and hits the wall. I see his body tense up as he supports himself with his hands and his bare feet still pushing him further against the wall.

I stand still and slowly raise my hands "It's ok. I'm not going to hurt you. You asked me for help remember. I'm the nurse that was here the day you almost escaped while you were given the drug. I came to take you out." I try to make my tone sound as calm and smooth as possible but there aren't many changes in the way he is holding himself.

"I- I don't remember asking for help. Don't came any closer" He stands up and clenches himself beside the wall. I thought he is going to be aggressive like last time but since the drug was injected through infusion therapy the drops that flew in his blood the first 5 minutes are making it's effect, while the last one's are entering his blood.

So the drug started making it's effect 20 minutes ago maybe even 30. Damn it everything is falling apart.

"Look" I point toward the door "It's opened. And look there" I point again but this time toward the window. He slowly turns his head around and looks in to the sky.

"It's night. That means nobody is inside the building now. If I wanted to hurt you I could have done it while it's day time. There is no reason for me to be here while is night time if I have an intention to hurt you." He looks at me and than back out of the window.

"I don't remember." He says but I have no idea what he means. If I spend to much time convincing him we will seriously run out of time but I can't just drag him out since he is probably terrified right now.

"I don't remember how it feels like" He sais again. He looks at the door and I can see the fire in his eyes. "I want to remember" He sais and slowly starts walking toward the door.

"I will help you remember. Please came with me." I carefully say as he almost passes the bed.

"You- You will??" he looks at me and I can see the clear confusion In him. Minho did say his memory could be damaged so if he doesn't even remember asking me for help then this is really bad. What does he want to remember thought??

"Yes. I can and I want to." I say calmly as my eyes look directly at his. Just when he's about to say something a noise from outside the room startles us both. He looks and me and back at the door repitedly. Fuck what now, did he wake up already?? But that's impossible.

The powder was meant to act fast but not for too long. Still he is supposed to be sleeping for around 10 more minutes maybe 20 If I'm lucky.

"Honey!! Honey wait for me" Damn it. It's a patient.

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