The sound of someone screaming my name woke me up out of a dazed sleep. I couldn't be sure what I had actually heard, the voices coming all the time lately.
Most of them were screaming something or other.
Especially when I refused to share my food and water.
It was funny. I always prided myself on the fact that I was a doctor and that I always practiced the concept of do no harm.
And yet, after a few months in this place, all that pretentious attitude had flown out the window.
The people here loved treating me like their own punching bag, physically assaulting me if they could and verbally when they couldn't.
But when I had something they wanted… well, then I was their best friend.
I chuckled low, not bothering to open my eyes.
