cuzn
lucid luciel
Reading Her Heartbeat
An anthology disguised as a story, in which a skilled scientist - yet underqualified doctor (Jasmine Patel) is assigned as the sole caretaker of seizure-prone, anxiety-ridden, extremely ill Patient 98 (Juliet Hyde) and her D.I.D. alter-egos that coexist within her body. Lesbian pining and (PG-13) sexual tension ensues.
CW for mental illness, very unethical insane asylums, violence, implied creep behavior, and injuries of various degrees. More warnings will be added as needed.
no beta we die like men
An anthology disguised as a story, in which a skilled scientist - yet underqualified doctor (Jasmine Patel) is assigned as the sole caretaker of seizure-prone, anxiety-ridden, extremely ill Patient 98 (Juliet Hyde) and her D.I.D. alter-egos that coexist within her body. Lesbian pining and (PG-13) sexual tension ensues.
CW for mental illness, very unethical insane asylums, violence, implied creep behavior, and injuries of various degrees. More warnings will be added as needed.
no beta we die like men
april 20th | springtime | clear weather | 5:47AM
a crisp, clear morning at the bethany institute in northern california
There was not a single person on this planet who should ever have to be awake this early.
Jasmine was sure that from where she sat in the lobby a dark black aura of hatred and contempt emanated from her very being. She seethed in dead silence, listening to the incessant ticking of the tacky triangle-shaped wall clock hung above the front desk, and internally she agonized over the receptionist's slow, sluggish typing pattern. The woman looked at a keyboard as if it was a typewriterβone finger at a time, one key after another, tap, tap, tap, tap...
Just as her vision began to blacken, she jolted awake. Tick, tick, tick, tap, tap, tap. She felt slightly nauseous. Uneasily, she lifted her mug and took a slow sip of coffee. It tasted burnt. The shitty instant coffee they had here always tasted like that, and yet it never got better, and Jasmine was always left wondering why she didn't just cough up the seven dollars and go through a Starbucks instead. Lord knows she could afford it with a job that made her get up at o-dark-thirty every goddamn morning. Tick, tick, tap...
Tick... Tap...
This time her head didn't even roll forward when she dozed off. She just sat there, wide-eyed, staring at the flickering glow of a vending machine across the room until she again shook herself awake a few moments later. She felt like she was going insane.
At last, when the seconds were beginning to last for what felt like hours, a new pair of footsteps roused Jasmine from her waking slumber, and she turned just in time for a tall figure to take a seat across from her.
His eyes were the palest, lightest gray she had ever seen.
"Dr. Patel." He addressed her in a cold, calculating voiceβinsincere, untrustworthy, a Transatlantic accent. "I hope this new schedule isn't too early for you. I know most find it difficult to bring themselves to such a place at five in the morning, but it really is of utmost importance that this schedule be kept."
He must have noticed the exhaustion in her eyes. Jasmine squared her shoulders instinctively, and took another sip of her coffee before meeting his gaze. The head of administration, Dr. Sebastian Knox, was a sharp-faced and oppressive man who had greyed far too early, and as a result looked odd and indistinguishable in regards to his age; he appeared at once to be both thirty-seven and seventy-two at the same time. His skin was pasty and ill, a blueish hue visible in his hands where veins ran through, and his eyes were sunken and cruel. Everything about him seemed to Jasmine to be a caricature of his ruthless personality, and even in his mannerismsβthe way he held his hands on the table so that his fingertips touched, the way he looked at her as if she were a mouse caught in a trap, the slight quirk of his eyebrowβwas so stereotypical of the evil mastermind that it made Jasmine want to laugh.
She could play the staring game just as well as he could, but at the moment Jasmine was rather busy with her own desire to pass out right then and there, and so she was the first to blink.
"Of course not." Jasmine wore the lie well, no matter how obvious a falsehood it was; her tone remained level and her voice smooth. An impenetrable wall of ice lay between her and Knox, held up by both sides in a mix of pride and egotistical professionalism. She finished off her coffee with a gulp. "I had looked over the patient's files last night, though I had assumed there were some matters you still wished to discuss."
"Yes, it is about this particular patient's history. I'm sure you've heard..." Dr. Knox leaned forward. His voice lowered and his eyebrows raised, as if he were sharing some type of fascinating secret, though they were the only ones present in the lobby outside of the slow-typing receptionist at the other end of the room. "...but she can be quite volatile to changes in routine. Her previous caretaker was Dr. Clarkson, though we have had to let him go following last week's incident. The patient has not yet fully recovered from the shock."
The incident. Jasmine doubted there was a soul in this institution that hadn't heard of it in some form or another along the gossip chain. Dr. Clarkson tried to sneak into the patient's cell after hours one night. The nurses found him the next morning laying in a pool of his own blood in the middle of the floor. He was somehow still alive, and rumor had it that they had to pull six teeth out of his throat in the operating room. Jasmine had even heard that the institution had to pay him hush money to fake his own 'falling down the stairs' shtick to the cops, and judging by the fact that there had been little to no police involvement since then, it very well might have been true.
"I'll try to keep my guard up around her." Jasmine made to leave, but a gesture from Knox stopped her in her tracks.
"Oh, I'm not here to warn you about your safety, Dr. Patel, but hers." Knox rose to his feet, revealing his unnatural height in a way that made Jasmine feel somewhat challenged. He glowered down at her. "The patient is not only a danger to those around her, but also to herself. Dr. Clarkson failed to heed my warning when he took on this position, so make sure you don't do the same. Do not antagonize her, Dr. Patel."
For some reason, his words sent a shock of ice down Jasmine's spine. After a beat of tense silence, Knox continued, "Quite frankly, nobody else was willing to step up to this position. If you fail, there's little more I can do to keep this program from shutting down. That is why it is crucial that you keep the patient calm during this time especially, do you understand, doctor?"
Jasmine stood up, and tried to hide the apprehension that had balled up in her throat. "...Yes, of course. I understand perfectly."
Dr. Knox seemed satisfied by this answer. His gaze softened very slightly, and his shoulders relaxed, prompting Jasmine to do much of the same. "Good. Drop by the cafeteria before you visit her, you'll be bringing the patient her breakfast once you wake her up."
Jasmine watched Sebastian leave, but halfway through his third stride he paused, looked back at her, and nodded.
"Good luck, Dr. Patel. Alea iacta est."
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