Freak - A Dark Medical Romance

“No can do.”

“There are matters you don’t need to hear about. She has her right to privacy.”

“That girl has no rights whatsoever,” he grunts, pointing at her. “She’s dangerous.”

“Are you planning on hurting me, Ms Electra?” I address her directly. She shakes her blonde curls.

“I want to speak with her. Alone.”

Tyko steps in front of her, folds his arms over his chest, and spreads his legs shoulder width apart in a stance which isn’t at all useful from a fighting perspective, but what might very well be called a power pose.

“No.”

I did not think I’d have to fight an agent today. Or any day, really. This place is usually far more disciplined. We get the odd outbreak of chaos when someone new arrives, but the population is generally fairly static. Which again, makes it strange that I haven’t seen this girl before. Has she been here the entire time I have? Hidden away in a cell and on the private training courses? Sent out to kill and then returned to captivity? The idea makes my heart ache for her. She deserves so much better than that. Everybody does.

Agent Tyko has dropped his chin and is looking at me under his brows. He’s ready to fight me to keep her secrets secret. I wonder what would happen if I were to break his nose. Aggressive impulses aren’t that common for me, or at least, they weren’t until I came to work here and this place started to infect me, one day at a time.

“He’s an asshole,” Electra pipes up behind him. “Don’t worry about me, Doctor. I’m going to get out of here soon.”

“You’re never going anywhere,” Tyko growls over his shoulder.

There’s a soft thud. And then he drops to the ground like a sack of shit.

I don’t know what the hell Electra did, but whatever it was, it was swift and effective. I look down, surprised at how the man is writhing on the ground in obvious pain. It is amazing how a muscular beast of a male can be utterly destroyed by a relatively small amount of pressure in the right place.

“Kidneys,” he gasps. “She fucking punched my kidneys.”

“That’ll teach him to turn his back on me, “ Electra grins with a perfect princess smile. “He should really know better by now.”

Sighing inwardly, I help Tyko up from the ground. Electra sits there, swinging her legs, a serene smile on her face. She’s a naughty girl, I can tell that much. I would not go as far as to call her feral, or a freak. From the moment they came into my medical bay, Tyko has been asking for a violent reckoning. She catches me looking at her and winks at me, an arch expression which accompanies a flash of very male feeling inside me. This young woman may be a mystery, but she is not as helpless as she first seemed. In that wink, I sense a whole world of mischief.

I help him into the next room and call for another medic. Doc Chalmers has been hiding in the other room, apparently unwilling to get involved with the chaos. I don’t blame her.

“Could I get you to help Agent Tyko,” I ask her. “He’s been the recipient of a punch to the kidneys. Both sides.”

“Sucker punch,” Tyko grunts. Doc Chalmers is a cute woman, a fact not lost on the agents who come in here and invariably feel the need to embellish the events which lead them to ending up broken on her exam bed.

“Sure,” she says. “Is everything alright out there? It sounded…”

“It’s all under control,” I assure her. “Bit of a scuffle, that’s all. I do need to get back to my patient though. Call if you need me.”

“Sure,” she smiles.

I return to Electra, who is grinning broadly now, thoroughly pleased with herself. What a bloodthirsty little thing she is.

“That was naughty.”

“Naughty?” She laughs. “Was it?”

“Mhm. He wasn’t any danger to you in that moment, was he?”

“No, but he’s an asshole.”

Now she’s happy to talk. Whatever was preventing her before has melted away. Or maybe it just limped away to the other exam room. She sits up straighter, her shoulders back, her chest out, her smile broad.

I feel the unmistakeable pull of attraction, mixed with another urge. This girl needs to be disciplined. Not in the idiotic way Tyko has clearly been handling her, but properly. I understand why she’d want to hurt her handler, but she’s too proud of what she just did for it to be a one time thing. He said she was dangerous. I’m starting to see why.

“Still, that wasn’t very nice.”

“I’m not very nice. Nobody here is,” she smirks.

I know what she needs. Not medical treatment. She needs to be turned over my knee and spanked soundly until she knows that she’s not going to get away with anything.