Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 20

(Cylan's POV)

I walked into the infirmary, for my appointment. I had been feeling a bit off for a week, since the day I had taken the drugs prescribed by Dr. Nixon. I knew I shouldn't questioned her expertise, but it was my health, and I couldn't just sit still. As I entered the examination room, I noticed Emily, the girl I had seen on the stairs, cleaning a spill from the previous patient. She looked up and caught my eye, giving me a brief smile before returning to her task. I ignored her, remembering how she had tried to give me unsolicited advice.

Dr. Nixon bustled in, smiling as usual. She turned to corner and upon seeing Emily, her mouth fixed into a thin line. "Hurry up, Emily. You're paid to work, not waste time." She turned to me, her smile returning. "Ah, Cylan, take a seat on the bed, please."

I did as instructed, trying to calm my racing mind. But when the medic brought in the small brown tablet that had made me feel worse last time, I spoke up. "I don't want to take that. It didn't work before."

Dr. Nixon's smile faltered for a moment when I complained about the drug. But it quickly returned in full force, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, Cylan, I understand your concerns, but trust me, this is what's best for you."

I didn't like her patronizing tone. It made me feel stupid like I didn't know what I was talking about. "But it didn't work last time," I protested. "It made me feel worse."

Dr. Nixon's smile faltered, and she leaned forward, her voice condescending. "Cylan, you're in no position to choose. You're the carrier of the STD due to your choices, and I'm the doctor. You'll take what I prescribe."

I felt a chill run down my spine as her words sank in. "What?"

Dr. Nixon's smile never wavered. "Well, let's try it again, shall we?" She nodded to Emily, who was still cleaning up the spill. "Emily, could you please call in Medic Thompson who is waiting outside?"

Emily looked up, her eyes meeting mine for a brief moment before she nodded and headed out of the room.

Dr. Nixon turned back to me, her voice soothing. "Cylan, I promise you, this is what's best. You're not thinking clearly right now, and I need to make decisions for your health."

I felt a sense of unease as Medic Thompson entered the room, his expression firm. "Hold out your arm, please, Cylan," he instructed.

I hesitated, but Dr. Nixon's smile reassured me. "It's okay, dear. This will all be over soon."

arm, I realized what was

wavered. "Shh, Cylan. This is for your

to take the drug, and she was forcing me. The medic's grip firm as he held me down.

angry. How could

from the medic's

secret smile, that told me she had done it

you know how much

his face. "Let's clean ourselves up, Doctor. We can't

get cleaned up. And Emily, you're lucky I don't fire you on the spot.

saw my chance. I took advantage of the distraction and made a run for it. I jumped off the examination table and dashed out of the room, leaving the commotion behind. "Hey get back here!" Dr Nixon yelled at

just as they reached out to grab me, their feet flew out from under them. They slipped on the water and mop stick that Emily

arms and legs splayed out at awkward angles. Medic Thompson fared no better,

bite back the laugh

at them, a sweet smile on her face. "You should have

with rage. "You did that on purpose, you

to get up, but his feet kept slipping on the wet floor. "Doctor, are

we need to focus on

my heart pounding in my chest. I didn't dare look back, fearing what I might see. Finally, I reached the safety of the outside world and slowed down to catch my

obviously done it on purpose. But why? I needed to

Emily would pass to drop her cleaning

smiled, feeling nervous. "Every time I see you, you never seem to be minding your business," I joked, trying to break the ice after we stood facing each other

Instead, she stared deeply into my eyes, her gaze making me blush. "I'm sorry if I overstepped again," she said, her

her eyes locked on mine. I couldn't look away,