MORTUUS

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I stopped staring weirdly at her to look at my arm and the gaping hole in it. I knew there was no way this could be fixed. The expression on her face stiffen and I could tell she was trying hard not to scare me.

"Ugh! This is nasty but I'll do my best." She glanced at me with sympathy in her eyes as she tried to comfort me but I wasn't expecting too much.

My mind had not completely adjusted to my present state, it still felt like a weird dream that I would soon awake from and the worst or best part would be I would forget about it as soon as I woke up.

I closed my eyes and tried to clear my thoughts, it wasn't helping but I didn't know what else to do. I opened them again to find my arm in her palms, she was staring closely. "Hmmm…" She said out loud.

My first thought was to reply but I figured this was a sound she made when she was deep in thought. She stood to her full height and picked items from the table I was sitting next to. One of them was cotton which she poured a liquid in a bottle onto. The words on the bottle were too tiny to read from where I sat.

She then proceeded to clean my arm with the liquid, she had to change the cotton at least three times before she got satisfied. "I am going to work on your arm first, I can tell this is going to be the hardest injury I've ever had to cover up! Where the heck is Melvin?"

The question was so unexpected, it took me a while to realize that Melvin was neither a drug nor an ointment rather, someone's name. "Who is Melvin?" I softly asked.

Karen didn't answer immediately, her full attention was trying to pass a thread through a needle that would safe to assume it was about to go through my arm.

"My assistant," she muttered nonchalantly followed by a sound of triumph as she finally got the thread through the needle.

"Oh, is he like a nurse?" For some reason that was the only thing, I could think of to ask.

She looked at me suddenly before bursting into laughter. "You could say that but Melvin is more into cosmetics than anything else. He is the head of his part of the clinic but since I'm in charge, I call him my assistant, he hates it." She giggled, a very girly sound that it was hard to believe her age. I couldn't help but think she would have made a lot of men swoon, hell she could still make a lot of men swoon.

"Oh, I see." I started to say but I wasn't really that curious about the Melvin character.

"Do you?" She asked playfully, staring me in the eyes.

"Not really," I replied and shrugged.

She laughed again, it was a hearty sound. It obviously didn't take her much to laugh. "Don't sweat it, Melvin isn't important." She muttered and pierced my skin with the needle. I flinched instinctively at her action bracing myself for pain but nothing came.