Darn Stupid Brother You Are

(Cylan's POV)

I walked into the infirmary, for my appointment. I had been feeling a bit off for a week, since the day I had taken the drugs prescribed by Dr. Nixon. I knew I shouldn't questioned her expertise, but it was my health, and I couldn't just sit still. As I entered the examination room, I noticed Emily, the girl I had seen on the stairs, cleaning a spill from the previous patient. She looked up and caught my eye, giving me a brief smile before returning to her task. I ignored her, remembering how she had tried to give me unsolicited advice.

Dr. Nixon bustled in, smiling as usual. She turned to corner and upon seeing Emily, her mouth fixed into a thin line. "Hurry up, Emily. You're paid to work, not waste time." She turned to me, her smile returning. "Ah, Cylan, take a seat on the bed, please."

I did as instructed, trying to calm my racing mind. But when the medic brought in the small brown tablet that had made me feel worse last time, I spoke up. "I don't want to take that. It didn't work before."

Dr. Nixon's smile faltered for a moment when I complained about the drug. But it quickly returned in full force, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, Cylan, I understand your concerns, but trust me, this is what's best for you."

I didn't like her patronizing tone. It made me feel stupid like I didn't know what I was talking about. "But it didn't work last time," I protested. "It made me feel worse."

Dr. Nixon's smile faltered, and she leaned forward, her voice condescending. "Cylan, you're in no position to choose. You're the carrier of the STD due to your choices, and I'm the doctor. You'll take what I prescribe."

I felt a chill run down my spine as her words sank in. "What?"

Dr. Nixon's smile never wavered. "Well, let's try it again, shall we?" She nodded to Emily, who was still cleaning up the spill. "Emily, could you please call in Medic Thompson who is waiting outside?"

Emily looked up, her eyes meeting mine for a brief moment before she nodded and headed out of the room.

Dr. Nixon turned back to me, her voice soothing. "Cylan, I promise you, this is what's best. You're not thinking clearly right now, and I need to make decisions for your health."

I felt a sense of unease as Medic Thompson entered the room, his expression firm. "Hold out your arm, please, Cylan," he instructed.

I hesitated, but Dr. Nixon's smile reassured me. "It's okay, dear. This will all be over soon."

But as Medic Thompson grasped my arm, I realized what was happening. "No, wait!" I struggled against him, but he held firm.

Dr. Nixon's smile never wavered. "Shh, Cylan. This is for your own good."

How dare she? I refused to take the drug, and she was forcing me. The medic's grip firm as he held me down. I struggled, but it was no use.

I felt violated and angry. How could they do this to me?

Just as Medic Thompson was about to force the drug down my throat, Emily poured the mopping water all over Dr. Nixon, who shrieked in surprise. The drug dropped from the medic's hand, and he too got wet. Emily began to apologize halfheartedly, without looking at them, as she moved to mop up the water. "Oh dear, I'm so clumsy... sorry about that..."

But I saw as she looked at me, a secret smile, that told me she had done it on purpose. She had saved me.

Dr. Nixon's face turned red with rage. "You careless, incompetent fool! Do you know how much that drug costs? It's not something we can just replace!"

Medic Thompson looked at Dr. Nixon, concern on his face. "Let's clean ourselves up, Doctor. We can't have you seeing patients looking like this."

Dr. Nixon nodded, still fuming. "Yes, yes. Let's get cleaned up. And Emily, you're lucky I don't fire you on the spot. Get out of my sight before I change my mind."

As they focused on cleaning themselves up, I saw my chance. I took advantage of the distraction and made a run for it. I jumped off the examination table and dashed out of the room, leaving the commotion behind. "Hey get back here!" Dr Nixon yelled at my retreating back.

Medic Thompson and Dr. Nixon quickly moved to stop me. But just as they reached out to grab me, their feet flew out from under them. They slipped on the water and mop stick that Emily had strategically placed on the floor.

Dr. Nixon landed with a thud, her arms and legs splayed out at awkward angles. Medic Thompson fared no better, his uniform getting soaked as he fell.

I turned as I heard the sound and saw their bodies sprawled on the floor and I couldn't bite back the laugh coming to me. I managed to cover my mouth just in time before the laughter escaped.

Emily smiled at the expression on my face and I smiled back. She looked down at them, a sweet smile on her face. "You should have been careful. There's water all over the floor."

Dr. Nixon's face turned purple with rage. "You did that on purpose, you little witch! You're going to pay for this!"

Medic Thompson struggled to get up, but his feet kept slipping on the wet floor. "Doctor, are you alright?"

But Dr. Nixon was beyond reason. "No, we need to focus on making Emily pay for her insolence!"

I ran as fast as I could, my heart pounding in my chest. I didn't dare look back, fearing what I might see. Finally, I reached the safety of the outside world and slowed down to catch my breath.

I looked back at the building, wondering if Emily was okay. She had obviously done it on purpose. But why? I needed to thank her though, for saving me from Dr. Nixon's clutches.

I decided to wait on the stairs where I knew Emily would pass to drop her cleaning supplies until she got out.

Emily pushed open the door leading to the stairs, her mop, bucket, and cleaning supplies in tow. She seemed surprised to see me waiting for her on the stairs. I smiled, feeling nervous. "Every time I see you, you never seem to be minding your business," I joked, trying to break the ice after we stood facing each other for a while.

Emily stood facing me, but she didn't laugh. Instead, she stared deeply into my eyes, her gaze making me blush. "I'm sorry if I overstepped again," she said, her voice sincere. "I just couldn't stand by and watch."

I felt my heart skip a beat as she looked at me, her eyes locked on mine. I couldn't look away, even if I wanted to.

I wondered at her words. No one had ever stood up for me like that before. "You didn't overstep," I said, my voice soft. "You saved me. Thank you."

"The truth is, I helped you because I felt guilty," she continued. "If I had known that Dr. Nixon wanted to use the medic to force you to take that drug, I never would have called for him when she asked me to." My smile softened, and I reached out to touch her arm. "Apology accepted," I said, my voice sincere. "Thank you for helping me. I owe you one."

Emily smiled back, her eyes still locked on mine. "No need to thank me," she said. "I just did what was right."

We stood there for a moment, the tension between us dissipating. Then I spoke up again.

"Hey, want to talk again sometime? I'd love to get to know you better."

Emily's smile faltered for a moment, and I worried that I had misread the situation.

"Oh... I'm sorry. I thought..." I laughed nervously, "I don't know what I thought, I'm afraid."

But then Emily smiled and nodded, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'd like that," she said.

"Really? Okay cool!" I said, unable to hide my enthusiasm.

"The last time we spoke right here, you made it seem like I was a nuisance." Emily said still smiling, "If I had known you'd be this excited, I would have asked you out first." "Haha...very funny." I pouted. "I see you enjoy teasing people."

Emily laughed at this, "Oh no. I enjoy teasing you."

I blushed so hard at this I had to turn my face away to hide my smile.