Violet Eyes and the Gang Girl by Patricia Galindez (e book free reading TXT) 📕

a blond woman in the room organizing her supplies.

“Eva, you have a new patient to check out,” said Mr. Wilson. The nurse turn towards us and gasped. She really looked young, like in her early twenties. Her face was very beautiful that she wouldn't need any make up like most women do.

“Oh dear, what happened to him?” she asked looking at me.

“I don't know. He was like this before he arrived to my office,” said Mr. Wilson while staring at her.

“Just put him on the bed, and I'll get started on him,” she instructed. He nodded while placing me on a bed.

“Well, I'll be going now. Take care of him for me Eva.”

“Of course I will,” she smiled. Then he walked away slowly until he was out the door.

“Okay then, it seems you have a broken lip, bloody nose, and a big black eye. Hold on, let me get some ice for that.” She went to get some ice, and returned a few moments later. She sat next to me, and was about to place the ice on my eye before her eyebrows frowned. Why is she looking at me like that?

Her eyebrows returned to normal and said, “You have such unusual eyes.”

Oh shit. My eyes.

I turned away from her quickly. God, I can believe this, now she's gonna hate and be disgusted with me, too.

“Hey, what's the matter?” she said softly.

I shook my head. “I don't want you to see them.”

“Why don't you want me to?”

“You'll hate me just like everyone else.”

“That's not true, honey. There's nothing bad about them. Look me in the eye and I'll tell you something.”

I didn't turn to her. I didn't want to.

After a minute passed, she took my face in her small hands, and made me look at her.

“Honey, I'm telling you that there's no shame in having eyes like yours. They are special and unique. Be proud of them,” she said.

I didn't know how to respond, so I said nothing.

She put the ice on my bruised eye, and went to gather supplies for my injuries. She sat back down next to me with a wet towel, cotton balls, and alcohol. With the wet towel, she cleaned the blood off my face. Then, she poured the alcohol on a cotton ball, and dabbed it on my broken lip. I flinched in pain when it made contact on my lip, but I remained silent.

When she was done with my face, she turned to me.

“Is there anything else I should check out?”

I didn't look at her when I said, “My left ankle hurts badly.”

She inspected my ankle by moving it around.

“OWW!” I yelled.

With a nod she said, “Looks like you have a mild sprain and your ankle is really swelling up. You're gonna have to put ice on that for a couple of days for it to swell down. And you're ankle will heal up for a week or two if you don't put your weight on it.”

I nodded.

“Oh, you know I never did catch your name by the way.”

“It's Blake,” I whispered.

“Well, it's nice to meet you, Blake. You could just call me Eva.”

“Okay.”

“You know, we may have just met, but you seem like a nice boy. How did you end up here in the first place?” she questioned.

I shook my head. “I better not say, or you might just change your opinion.”

“I guess that's understandable,” she nodded.

“Look, I should just get going.” I got up the bed carefully without putting weight on my ankle.

“Before you go....” She got up to grab crutches, then gave them to me. “.... use these until your ankle feels better, we would want it to heal properly.”

I took the crutches, and use them to walk out the door.

“Wait!” she called.

I turned. “If you ever need any help with anything, you know where to find me.”

I nodded. “I'll keep that in mind, thank you,” I smiled.

She smiled back as I walked out the door to my cell.

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After a few weeks passed, my ankle has healed up nicely, and so has some off my bruises.

Today is another day at lunch, but I decided I should eat today while they're serving something appetizing for a change.

Gary AKA Big Buff Guy had spotted me, and made his way to my table.

“Hey, Freak, enjoying your lunch?” he asked and then spit in my food. “Hope you're not now.” Then he left.

Loosing my appetite, I got up to throw away my trey. I exited through the back door to the courtyard while mostly everyone was inside. I was just standing there for who knows how long until I saw Grey clouds above me. I guess it's going to rain today. Not one minute later, I felt something wet hit me on the face. It started drizzling for a while, then turned into pouring rain. I was starting to shiver from the rain, but I ignored it. I don't really care if I get hypothermia and die. That would be for the better. I was completely wet from top to bottom, but I still didn't care. I just laid down on the wet ground with my arms behind my head just not caring anymore. I was getting tired, so taking a nap here in the rain wouldn't matter. I closed my eyes, and begged the rain to drown out my problems.

Just when I thought I was relaxed here, someone had to wake me up. But then noticed it wasn't raining anymore, but the dark clouds still linger. So, turning my head to the person that woke me, I saw a girl with blond –almost white-- hair with black dyed tips. She looked pretty with her slightly tan skin, bright blue eyes, and her hair up to her breasts.

Her speaking is what got me back to reality.

“You know, you shouldn't be sleeping out here when it was raining, you could get sick or something.”

Her voice sounded so sweet and gentle I could of heard it all day.

“Come on, you should go inside and change out of those wet clothes,” she said, trying to get me off the ground. I got up and said to her, “Okay.”

As soon as I started walking to my cell, I noticed that she was following me.

“Um...not to be rude or anything, but why are you following me?” I asked.

She shrugged. “Just wanted to make sure you were okay, considering you were lying on the floor while it was pouring outside.”

“Thanks for worrying, but I'm fine,” I assured her. I continued walking, but she was still following me.

“What's your name?” she asked.

“Blake. Blake Carson. And you are?”

“Samantha Willows. Though, everyone calls me Sam.”

“So...again not to be rude, but why are you talking to me?”

“I don't know. You just seem like a good guy to talk to. And I see you aren't comfortable talking to people that are finally being nice to you.”

Okay, now that was weird. How would she know that?

“And how would you know that?” I voiced my thoughts.

“For the part of a good guy to talk to, I just feel it. I mean I saw that you looked all innocent and troubled. As for not being comfortable part, I can read people easily,” she explained.

“I see,” I said nervously. No one would actually take the time to look at me, and start wondering about me. I guess there's a first for everything.

As I stopped in front of my cell door, I turned towards Sam.

“So um...thanks for the chat. I haven't had a real conversation with anyone besides my councilor.”

“Your welcome. It was nice, you're like the only person I talked to since I arrived yesterday.”

So that's why I haven't seen her around here.

“Yeah. I guess I'll see you--,” before I could finish what I was saying, I sneezed and coughed a bit.

“Okay, I was right, you did get sick from being in the rain,” she said while feeling my forehead with the back of her hand.

“You're a little hot. Why don't you change into warmer clothes, and I'll take you to the clinic,” she offered.

“Sure.” I opened the door, and as soon as I changed, Sam took me to the clinic. It's really weird. Someone else actually cares about me.

Sam followed me inside the small office, and Eva looked up from her desk.

“Oh, hi Blake, it's nice to see you again,” she smiled at me.

I smiled back. “Yeah, nice to see you, too.”

She looked towards Sam, who was right beside me.

“Blake, who's your friend?” she asked excitedly.

“Oh...um, this is Samantha,” I introduced.

“But, you can call me Sam.”

Eva got up from her desk, walking to where we were standing.

“Nice to meet you Sam, you call just call me Eva.”

After the introduction, she turned towards me, “So is there something I can help you with?”

Sam spoke up, “Yeah, I found him outside in the rain, and now he's sick.”

“Oh really, well Blake, go sit down and I'll go take your temperature.” She went to get the thermometer while I just sat down on the bed.. When she returned, she stuck the thermometer in my mouth.

After a while, she took it out and looked at it.

“Looks like you are sick, Blake. I'm guessing all you have is a fever. Take these pills when you get back to your cell, and rest it off.”

She handed me two pills, and off I went.

“She's really nice,” said Sam.

“Yeah, she is.”

I got to my cell, then turned again to Sam.

“Again, I'll see you around.”

“Sure. So, I hope you feel better soon. See you, Blake,” she said and walked off.

Strange how this is now happening to me. Maybe my life is finally coming around.


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