Chapter 74: Disgusting behavior ( Claus’s POV )
"Sir, you have to free the room."
"Luther hates me!"
"Sir, please, it’s been an hour. We have other patients. This is not the psychology wing. If you need a therapist, you need to go to the lobby and a nurse will show you the way."
"He thinks I want to steal his inheritance!"
"Sir!"
Another nurse entered the room.She was older—gray hair tied back in a no-nonsense bun, deep lines etched into her face like permanent reminders of long shifts and too many sunrises. She paused just past the threshold, nostrils flaring slightly.
The room still smelled raw—metallic, not even sterile, wrong.. She didn’t flinch. Just scanned the mess with calm, practiced eyes, the kind that had seen far worse and stopped bothering with dramatics. One gloved hand reached for the cart behind her.
"This room should have been cleaned an hour ago. What is happening?"
"It’s either psychosis or he just has a massive nervous breakdown. Should we give him something to calm himself down? Should we admit him? He’s been rambling nonsense about a step-brother’s love for an hour.", another nurse explained.
The old woman nodded and came closer.
I didn’t even see it coming.
One second she was glaring at me—eyes sharp, mouth tight—the next, her hand cracked across my face like a thunderclap. The sound was louder than I expected, embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. My head snapped to the side, cheek stinging, skin already buzzing with heat.