75. Chipped

Instead of the white room for the second half of the day, I was brought into the infirmary. 

Needle-nurse still didn't look me into my eyes, but she seemed to still do her job. Without giving me any more information, she came to me with—how could it be otherwise—a needle in hand. Only that this one was way bigger than the ones before.

"Shouldn't you, as a medical staff, tell me what you are going to do?" I asked her sharply, but she paid me no mind.

"Take off your shirt." She said with a pursed mouth.

"And how the fuck would I do that with my hands cuffed? And what the hell are you doing with that extra-large needle? If you are too scared to look into my eyes, then just get yourself another job; how about that?" Neither did she want to be here; I mean, yeah, I get it; who would? But her behavior was going on my nerves.

Needle-Nurse looked up at me with a glare, very good.

"See? You can do it." I mocked her with a smirk.