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Chapter 22 - Creeping Morbidity

thank God he's gone the pompous little ass of a government official who thinks he is so big

Nodding her agreement to the thought, Kendall slumped on her chair. Her body shivered slightly. Must be from my lack of sleep, she thought. At the same time, realizing she needed to reorganize the hospital's duty rosters now that Arman is missing.

Is he really gone?

The thought played in her mind as she straightened herself on her seat. Hers. Not some government official who thinks he could lord over everyone under the public services roster. She switched on the computer. The archaic operating system loaded far too slow as Kendall felt her eyelids getting heavier.

She suddenly saw Arman walking towards her. His hands were behind his back, toned muscles rippling from beneath his impossibly thin white t-shirt bearing the words "She Rocks!!" in red emblazoned across well-defined chest. She saw and salivated at the prominent bulge in the tight dark grey jeans he wore.

"Where have you been, Arman? I've been worried sick," she said.

Kendall stood and rushed to her young lover's side, embracing him. She wrapped her arms around his waist while her lips tried to find his yet failing to connect. Arman returning neither her insistence kissing, nor her embrace. Instead, he forced his strong forearm between her hands and pushed her away. She fell back with only the working table saving her from falling.

"Stop behaving all crazy, Canny. Have you no shame at all?"

Recoiling at his words, she looked up to see a leery smile, his eyes looking at her from the top of her uncombed hair to the tip of her feet in rubber flip flops.

"I mean, look at you. My god! What made you think I could be attracted such an old hag like you?"

She felt her knees turning to jelly.

"Please Arman. I love you. Why are doing this to me?"

"You love me? Really? Show me how much you love me."

She took off her t-shirt, baring herself to Arman. Bared arms stretching out enticing him into her embrace. Only to have him staring blankly at her. head.

"What a sad, pathetic woman you are…"

She realized with a suddenness the room no longer had any walls. All the hospital staff and patients were also staring at her as she stood half naked in the middle of a dirt-streaked floor. She could hear their murmurs becoming louder.

shameless crazy sex starved vixen old hag old hag old hag old hag ha ha ha ha ha

The words bounced of the hospital's foyers, turning to chants becoming louder by the second. As she turned to run, her escape route was cut off by Arman and a girl besides him. She was holding his arms so tight, so loving.

Ain? That bitch is here?

she is she is indeed a bitch the one who stole Arman from you the bitch get her get her free him free your lover boy get the bitch revenge revenge revenge

Kendall stared at the girl, the anger building within and her heart pounding hard. She rushed over to her cabinet and grabbed a pair of scissors. Turned and lunged at her nemesis, plunging the pointy sharp end towards the girl's eyes. Her own bulges as she felt the satisfaction of soft membrane giving way to cold, solid steel. Pieces of bloodied tissues splattering her face. Ignoring the filth, she plunged the scissors again and again, satisfied in seeing the girl's lips no longer smiling. The pretty face turning into an unrecognizable pulp.

good Kill her kill her kill her kill her kill her kill her kill her kill her kill her kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill

She swore she heard the chant growing louder as she closed her eyes to embrace the hatred exploding from deep within her.

Persistent knocking on her door startled her into wakefulness, the view of bubbles floating slowly on the monitor greeting her opening eyes. Kendall found her heart beating wildly. Her body shaking as she felt the t-shirt worn beneath her sweater soaking wet. Braving the fear to confirm what it was clung like glue to her body in lifting the lower part.

Sweat, not blood. Thank God!

No Arman. No mutilated ex patient. The room's four walls were intact.

Shaken, she stood up. Kendall's face blushed and a feeling of shame cascaded into her being as she became aware of a guilty elation in her heart.