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Kieran paced down the long corridor of facility, passing rooms upon rooms. Looking down at his clipboard, he sees his next patient, "Carnis" is written on it, below it is information and patient care "feed him corpses." Kieran blenches with the thought of having to corpses and rotten flesh, but heads to the facility's morgue reluctantly as he continues to walk.
The walk feels like it stretches on for awhile, "Its hard to find the way around this, being a new employee and all, huh?" A voice speaks right next to him.
He jumps, and looks towards the person. It was a girl with light purple hair, "Anitha Diantha" it said on the badge that was around her neck
"Yeah, it is a struggle" Kieran replied, looking to the side to study her "I'm heading to the morgue right now" Kieran continued, now looking straight ahead of him at the long hallway "My name's Kieran Bacia" he gestures some sort of hand motion, as if trying to give a failed handshake while walking.
"I see, so you are feeding Carnis? Yeah, it is about his mealtime, isn't it?" Anitha continues, pretending to ignore Kieran's failed handshake to not embarrass him.
"He eats people? It's my first time working with him so I don't know all this" Kieran asked her.
Anitha pauses before continuing "He eats about everything, it's almost like he is a void"
Kieran nods his head in acknowledgement, "Have you worked with him before?"
"I don't really work with patients, I conduct expirements and treatments. But I know where most of the stuff is in this building. In the early days of working, I'd just stroll around the building in my breaks. I also live here in the wing that's for staff living" She explained.
"The morgue should have everything you need, like body bags, gloves, and all that" she continues, pressing a button to call the elevator.
"Yeah, I was a little worried about it. I thought I was going to handle it with my barehands for a little bit, so I felt ill about it" Kieran replied, relieved.
The elevator stops and the big metal doors open, and Anitha points down a hallway "It should be down there" Kieran nods "Thank you for your help , see you around" he waved goodbye, continuing down the path Anitha pointed at.
The path feels like it stretches on forever despite his worry being subsided "Why am I worried? I felt better a second ago, the humans aren't even alive, they won't do anything" he mumbles to himself, he zips down his employee uniform just enough to be able to expose his collarbone and begins tapping it. "It's just a kid, I need this money" he reassures himself. By the time he's done, he's at the morgue.
Turning around the badge that hung from his landyard. He lifts up the badge's back to the door's scanner, then opens the door after hearing a faint click. The morgue was cold and stretched on what felt like forever. There was multiple empty black body bags next to the door he just entered, grabbing one he opened one of the corpses' doors. The corpse seemed to be a teenager, looking to be about 19 years of age. The corpse had a bandage on it's neck, Kieran touches the bandage, and feels a hole. The corpse seemed to have been murdered.
Kieran feels himself tense up and his breathing hitches, quickly removing his hand and feeling it with his other. "How many people have died here?" He thinks to himself, horrified, before putting the body into the bag. Kieran gulps and then heads out of the room, and takes a deep breath before heading towards Carnis' room.
A few minutes later he opens the door to Carnis' room. A small kid, wearing something akin to a hospital's patient gown. His neck, check, and nose were wrapped in bloody bandages. He has short, red hair that seems to be missing in a few places that it should have been growing.
Carnis was on his knees, fully engagaed with eating the mattress of his bed from his bed in the corner of his room. Until he smells the corpse, his eyes light up and looked at Kieran "Fwood time" he says with a mouth full of cotton. He jumps up, revealing his height to below average than the normal 14 year old.
"For a 14 year old, he sure is small" Kieran thinks to himself. Carnis looks at the black body bag full of joy, Kieran unzip it and in a flash, Carnis grabs the body and begins to tear through the flesh and eat at a rapid pace as if he hasn't eaten in awhile.
Blood starts to stain his mouth, he eats as if he is a rabid coyote tearing through a flesh of his prey. Kieran starts feeling sick and dizzy, but tries to stay strong, until after he's done. While Carnis eats, he fills up a bucket next to a bloody drain and a faucet in Carnis' room. He turns on a faucet in the room, putting his land under the water.
Kieran looks in a metal wardrobe built into the wall. Opening it reveals eaten bandages and some shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. Kieran grabs all of them, juggling it in his arms and pours body wash into the bucket full of water. Kieran grabbed a partially chewed stool that was close to the wardrobe and placed it under the drained. "He's a small kid, this were surely help be reach him" Kieran think to himself, grabbing a partially chewed sponge from a ledge that was close to the drain.
"Carnis, after you're done, please stand on this stool so I can bathe you" Kieran shouts across the room, his voice slightly echoes across. Carnis gulps and nods "Okay!!" He says cheerfully with blood running down his mouth, finishing up his meal.
Carnis gets up and stands on the stool, that makes him around as tall as Kieran.
Kieran puts a little bit of shampoo on his hand and dumps a little bit of water on his hair, just enough for his hair to be wet enough to easily lather the shampoo in his hair. His hair is thin enough just to only get a slight enough of shampoo and conditioner to easily spread. Kieran begins carefully cutting and tearing the bandages and gauzes off of Carnis, being careful not to harm him. Under the bandages exposes numerous bite marks, missing skin, bruises, and flesh from his body. Kieran tries to disinfect the wounds and clean around them and rewraps them with new, clean bandages and gauzes.
Suddenly while wrapping bandages around Carnis' arm, he feels a pain in his own, blood starts to drip down slowly. His heart begins to beat rapidly and his breathing begins to become shallower. Before he knows his his arm is being ripped through. He looks at where the pain is coming from, it's Carnis biting through his elbow, his left arm begins to drop and swing. He can't control it anymore. He drops the bandages in his right arm and terror and begins to scream. Carnis continues to eat, his bones begin to crack and five of the staff members, opens the door wearing armour and pull Carnis off of Kieran. Carnis refusing to let go tears off Kieran's arm "My arm! Don't tear my arm off with him! Give me back my arm!" Kieran screams and horror, dropping to the floor as if about to faint from the situation.
The staff tases Carnis, hitting him and strapping him to the bed. Carnis drops Kieran's arm and begins to cry, while his arms and legs begins being strapped to the chewed mattress "I'm hungryy" he cries, as if that's the way he says he's hurt and in pain. One of the staff brings Kieran who is still in shock into the hall, bringing him to his feet. Kieran collapses right next to Carnis' room and covers his mouth with his remaining hand and begins to sob. "What the hell. Am I going to be in that morgue next? That poor kid" Kieran says muffled by his sobs and hand.
The staff member above him, ignoring his cries begins to speak through his walky talky. "Mental health check request, staff member 246 is missing an arm from an attack by Carnis. Carnis is currently being covered." Two other staff members arrives with a stretcher and begins to restrain Kieran to the stretcher, Kieran too shocked by the situation doesn't resist.
He is brought to another room and is restrained to the chair with another person across from him "Hasn't been the first time we've seen a case like this. Tell me Mr. Bacia, how are you feeling?" Kieran doesn't reply nor face the person across from him. "Well, let me start with this then" the staff member looks down at the piece of paper in front of him "Have you been having thoughts of suicide or homicidal thoughts?" He asks "I don't know after this" Kieran says in a monotonous voice, refusing to look at the person in front of him.
"I'll just say yes, so Mr. Bacia, we are going to admit you to the mental health ward at the wing. Don't worry, it might be a week worth visit and you'll have your own little room and therapist. Of course after we get your arm fixed there, but we will have to pull some money from your paycheck to cover it. Might be a bit expensive" he says, writing something down on his paper and pressing a button on a landline telephone on the desk.
A staff brings in a stretcher and puts Kieran on it. His vision begins to blur, right before becoming unconsisous on the stretcher.
Kieran wakes with an IV in his vein on his right arm, uncomfortably poking him. He looks to his left, hoping what he expirence was just a nightmare. To only see his full forearm missing and only a nub wrapped up in bandages remained. Before he could close his eyes again to try and hide the sight from himself, the door opens and a nurse with shoulder short blonde hair, he had nearly the same employee uniform and everyone else has worker at a facility, with only give away being "Medical facility" in bold letters under his name.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Aaron" He says closing the door with numerous medication on a tray. He puts it on a table in the corner of the room, that hovered over the bed. Doctor Aaron gave Kieran a water bottle.
Kieran lifts the pills to his mouth and puts his remaining hand back down to the bottle, gulping all the water in one drink. "So what did I just take?" Kieran breaks out of his daze he's been in, realizing what he just did. "Oh, we are going to put your prosthetic arm on. So, that is a painkiller and some medication to just make you tired" Aaron explained.
"So, what's your opinion on this place?" Kieran questions, he says with a more stern voice. "I cannot answer that question, you know, you shouldn't be saying discussing, at all" Aaron replies, it's ambiguous to tell if it's from anxiety or agreeing with what the facility is doing. "You should try to relax now, you shouldn't try and work yourself up" Aaron continues, his voice seems to become more fearful.
Before Kieran could reply, Aaron had left. Kieran lays down, closing his eyes, but his mind would not be able to calm down. It rushed rapidly, "has everyone here been coerced into being silent?" Kieran thinks to himself.
The palm of his remaining hand begins to sweat and his fingertips start to tingle, the room begins to become overwhelmed with cold. The amount of feeling on his only arm begins to horrify him, he begins to acknowledge his glasses and the glasses behind his ears. The overwhelming and underwhelming since of everything makes him panicking. He throws his glasses off himself and begins to sob. He tries to convince himself to move, but he can't get up, the tears begin to overwhelm him more making him cover himself with the blanket. An overwhelming amount of fatigue embraces his whole body and goes to sleep.
A person comes in with tools a steel prosthetic arm. Kieran wakes up, but instead his sees this vision as if only seeing a thing from one eye. He can't tell if this is a dream or real life, there is a tight feeling on the nub of his hand. It feels like as it's supposed to be painful, yet doesn't feel a thing.