After two hours of sleep and darkness, Ethan finally opened his eyes. He only could manage to see from one opening as the one was blacked out. He took his hand to feel the bandage on his left eye, and the bump it gave. He later moved his feet in hope to find his legs still working, but could feel the heavy weight of the plaster on the right leg and he didn't bother to move it an inch further. He tried to sit upright amidst all the pain and agony yet again, only to feel a sharp headache grinding his brains. He remained stiffly where he was, out of motion.
"Yo, you're awake papi," He heard Derreiro's familiar voice. He turned around to find the man seating at his bedside. Ethan scoffed a little, bringing his mind to the friend and away from registering the pain.
"Who did this to you?" Derreiro asked.
Ethan shrugged, a little... out of strength. "I tripped in the kitchen while on duty. It was an... accident."
"Pssht." Derreiro's face frowned up. "I've heard those lines from someone familiar. It was Josiah, wasn't it?" Ethan shook his head slowly. "You can't lie to me papi. I told you to be careful now, didn't I?"
"Man it hurts so bad." He coughed, seeing from the remaining eye. Some patches of purple could be seen trying to escape underneath the bandage on his left eye. An elastoplast was in the corner of his mouth, which twitched as he tried to speak. "Josiah's a complicated man... why did they have to beat me so bad?"
"It's prison man. You don't do as they order you, you face the fists. I'm glad you made it out of there alive. I've seen worse scenarios than yours."
"Derreiro, would you let him rest," Dr. May called out as she entered her room, where Ethan was still nursing his injuries. She came to the bed and grinned at the two.
"Oh, yeah. I hope to see you soon man." He answered as he got up from the seat, patting the back of Ethan's hand with his palm. "Quick recovery papi." He turned and went outside the room, closing the door behind him.
"How are you feeling, Ethan?" Dr. May asked him as she scoured her eyes at the damaged face.
"I'll live." He shrugged.
"I hope so. I cannot have a young guy like you, dying so early in here." Dr. May commented. "Let me adjust your pillow." She told him. Ethan raised his head and the doctor finessed the soft white pillows beneath. He then dragged himself up the bed, on his back as he tried to force himself to sit upright. "Careful, yeah, just a little more." She ushered him as he adjusted his position. She moved closer to his head and spread the bedsheet across his body, from the chest down to the legs. Ethan saw her bust which was brown in skin color and some spots of a red rash that were on her chest. She had on a silver chain that hung on her neck that disappeared inside her black blouse. She caught Ethan in his gazing frenzy and chuckled. Ethan looked away immediately.
"What are you doing here?" Ethan asked her. "There are other inmates who need serious attention than me."
"The nurses are attending to them. I can tell you are dying to see what lies beneath these clothes." She told him smirking.
"No," Ethan answered boldly, one eye opened. He looked like he was in pain by the way his eyebrows were furrowed.
"That's what everyone says." She guffawed as she walked towards the door. She locked it firmly from inside. "Don't worry, you're about to."
"No, I don't want to..." Ethan stressed out, trying to tear her away from her flirting plans. "I'm not into women, nothing you have interests me."
"Oh, please..." Dr. May cried out taking off her coat. "Don't you think I know my patients?" She asked. "Ethan Purcell, Catholic, baptized. Graduated with a Degree in Law from U.O.W last month and was sentenced to fifteen years in Garibay State Penitentiary after he raped a girl from his class. I know who you are. I know you are interested in women, and from the looks, I can say I'm your best chance around here."
"So what now? You're gonna do what?"
She walked to him in her blouse, white coat off now, and bit her lip. "I know you want this, as so do I."
"You are getting this wrong." He grunted.
She walked over and took his hand that was lingering on the edge of the bed. She took it and placed it on her breast as Ethan watched on.
"No!" He took his hands away from her grasp. "You're a prison officer and I'm an inmate. You're older than me... this is not right. If it's too much to ask, I'm in pain!"
The doctor clucked her tongue. "I know." She smirked. "But yet here I am longing for you. You know I've been waiting for such an opportunity to happen, the youngest prisoners are the finest."
"Trust me you don't want to do anything with me. I... I... I will make sure you'll land in prison, just like this one if you dare lay a finger on me!" Ethan warned her, his head banging loudly. His breathing matched up to the scare that he had been shoved at.
"You're not going to do that... because I'll say you're the one who raped me." The doc smiled broadly. "Tell me who they're going to believe? Me, the harmless innocent doctor or you, an inmate already in for sexual assault."
"Oh my god!" Ethan sighed out in defeat. "Is this why you had me in here instead of out there with the other patients?"
"Ding, ding, ding!" She mockingly answered. "Now you'll do as I say or I'll hand you another fifteen years!"
"I'm gonna regret you." Ethan answered struggling to speak, his body so puny as the doctor took his hand again. She got on top of the bed, barefoot and spread her legs across, and sat on his pelvis. Ethan groaned in involuntary pain as she put herself on top of him, sliding her skirt up, whilst biting her lip. He then closed his eyes as he dared not to see what was going on, allowing only the sense of touch to disgust his mind. He felt his hand inside her panties as she forcefully rubbed it in there, roughly and gently as she violated him. He heard her moaning. He wanted to puke.
"No!" He growled as he took control of his hand back. "What is wrong with you?" He growled at her with his face a mixture of anger and disgust. "May, what's wrong? Huh? You are a beautiful woman with a good job and salary and most of all you're a free woman! Why are you doing this?" Ethan blurted at her, head in pain and muscles crying for forgiveness for balancing the woman on top of him. He wanted to throw her off his body and it took all the courage he had not to. The doctor's sexual charisma dropped immediately and she looked away from him ashamed.
"Is this because of Zayn? Is this because of what Zayn did to you?" He growled more loudly, which seemed like he was shouting at his older sister. Dr. May turned around and looked at him now, tears stroking the sides of her face. She was also whimpering and shaking above him. "Oh my god, it is!"