Chapter 164: Violence Is Never The Answer
I opened a single eye and saw the good doctor crouching beside my bed, a washcloth in his hand as he gently scrubbed at the drying blood.
"Is the door closed?" I whispered, my voice so soft and weak.
"It is," nodded the doctor. "But you can drop the act. There is no one here but us, and that shit has to be tiring."
"I don’t know," I replied with a slight shrug as I closed my eyes again. I wasn’t relaxed, not by a long shot. Just because I thought this guy was hot didn’t mean that I trusted him. That took a bit of work on his side. "Is it tiring to stay alive?"
The man snorted as he dabbed at the egg on my head, causing me to flinch. "Don’t you think living is the most tiring thing of all?" he asked. There was the sound of water being wrung out of the cloth before the cool compress was placed back on my head.
"What’s the alternative?" I snorted, not realizing that just having him around made all the muscles in my body unwind. "Cause I’m pretty sure death is one of those final things."
The doctor chuckled as he moved down my cheek and started scrubbing my neck. It would probably be better if I just got up and took a shower, but even that seemed to take too much effort at the moment.
Laying on my bed like a dead fish, I finally understood why so many people enjoyed being looked after. It was the headiest feeling in the world.
"You can’t stay in survival mode forever," he counseled me. "What you need to do is find someone or someplace to just relax and just be before having to face the world again."