Chapter 29: SUCKERS!
"Listen you are asking way to many questions." I said to the doctor who stood over me in my bed. "If a man walked in through those doors with a dildo stuck up his ass are you going to ask him how he got it up there? Are you gonna ask him whether he swallowed and was shitting it out or his wife had plugged it up his ass?"
"That is a highly unnecessary analogy and I don't think that I am asking you too many questions, all I asked was how you got to have such a highly dangerous substance in your body."
"I told you before and I'm gonna tell you one more time, I was drugged by a crack addict. My guess is they wanted me to get addicted to it so I could buy it and they would steal it from me."
"......" The doctor did not bother speaking and let his facial expression do the job of conveying what he was thinking. His face said, 'You are lying. You are a crack head. Just admit it.'
I breathed weakly and grabbed the doctors hand. "Just treat me already please. I am in so much pain."
The doctor nodded. "Before I do, is there someone I can call? A close friend, family or anyone important?"
"My elder sister is on her way here." I said. Had I asked him to not call anyone then that would make me suspicious. They would do some research and call my closest family.
"Ok that is good." he said. "I will be starting the treatment now."
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I closed my eyes and weakly groaned. I was in so much pain. What had actually shocked me was the fact that I had been asleep for nearly 24 hours since I had done a line. Those were 24 hours I had wasted. I could have made some money during those 24 hours or gained some experience monster baiting.
I was hooked up to several IV tubes. The doctor had treated me and had injected me with an antibiotic that got rid of any foreign substances in the body. It did not work on diseases but on foreign substances such as drugs and poison. As long as the poison was not too powerful it would get rid of it without trouble.
It was by God's grace that I was still alive. My mid healing factor and my boosted immune system had not let me pass away. I thanked God for this.
"How are you doing?" A nurse asked me. I opened my eyes and looked at the two nurses. One Male and one female.
"Better, now that you two are here." I said with a smile.
"That's good to hear."
"Please hold my hands both of you..."
"I'm sorry but we hav-"
"I think I'm going to die... just for ten minutes. If you do I promise I won't ask for it again."
"We really got to g-"
"Please!" after a bit of pleading the nurses both held onto my hands.
Hahahahaha! SUCKERS!
YOU THOUGHT THAT I WAS SOME SICK GUY BUT I WAS STEALING YOUR LUCK WITHOUT EVEN NOTICING IT.
After 15 minutes the nurses let go of my hand. I had intentionally acted weak so that I could steal their luck. Had they refused and went around their doing their jobs I wouldn't have stolen their luck.
Stealing someone's luck had it's side effect. Not for me but for the person who I had stolen it from. Usually a person had bad luck and good luck to even it out. If you take away the good luck then you were left with bad luck. Those two nurses were going to have the worst shifts of their entire career. Who knew, maybe their partner would break up with them, or their mother could die, or a patient could die and they could get fired. I immediately felt bad after I thought of them losing their jobs. They had been seriously concerned about me and I had just taken advantage of them without their knowledge.
They had spent years going to school, university and then medical school. They had spent time, energy and money and I had just taken away their hard work just so that I could make some quick buck at a casino.
Back on earth I remember this nurse who was suspended after using a dead patients credit card after a long shift to buy a snack from the vending machine. She had her license suspended.
At least the silver lining in was that when their luck returned it would be stronger and they would see results. If they decided to buy the lottery ticket they would have a 1 to 10 odds of winning it instead of 1 to 300,000,000.
I felt my heart become lighter after this thought.
The IV bags had ran out and I was feeling better. I was a bit woozy but that was soon fixed after I had stood up.
I thought back to Sally. Despite the fact that I was in Damien's body she did not know that. She had known him for his entire life so it must have been heartbreaking for her to be ignored like that.
I thought of how my mother would feel if I did that to her while she couldn't do nothing. She would be devastated and heartbroken. I wasn't merciless. I was going to go to the orphanage and apologise to her and give her at least some filial piety.
I walked out with my duffel bag on my shoulder. After arguing with the reception for quite a while as to why I was not still in bed, I managed to pay the hospital bill and leave the hospital.
I slowly walked down to the highway and hailed down a taxi before getting in. I gave him the address of the orphanage which had been saved on Damien's phone as home.
I knew he did not feel at home there but he only called it there because of how many people he had killed there. 3 people. Only 2 people's bodies were found. The third one was buried 45 metres deep into the ground. Damien had paid 50 labourers to dig it within a couple of hours without rest while everyone else were at an amusement park. He dumped the body in of the kid he had killed and poured the soil back into the giant hole.
Dear God. I had made this character a bit too disturbing for comfort.
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