As I stood next to the 7/11 across from the hospital, my entire body hurt. I’ve just gotten out of work after completing my night shift.
 
I’ve been avoiding the doctor’s office as much as possible. I’m afraid to go to Remon and watch him bring a nurse there, and the woman who comes out can scarcely move.
 
"Yhra!" I turned around and approached my colleague, Carlo, who was holding a cigarette. He was also a physician, but he was extremely intelligent and lived in a condominium near the hospital.
 
"Carlo, you'll give me a mini heart attack," I said to Carlo, but he patted t pat my shoulder and brought me the drink, and started to light another cigarette.
 
"As you know, I received a message from Remon." I was scared about what he may have said, but I kept it to myself. I know Carlo because I don’t want anybody to know what is wrong with me.
 
He is an excellent buddy. I owe him money on the occasion when I’m in need.
 
"What is that rumor? You do not appear to be accustomed to it. Even if you are a doctor, you won’t spread false news, just to state the obvious." I stated, and he immediately shook his head. We’d been gossiping a couple of times during the narrative because of our friendship. To have a relationship, we stated, I appear to be about to be battered and I resemble Carlo. Because of the chasm between our livelihoods, it’s nearly impossible to please Carlo.
 
"However, I’ve heard he fucked a nurse in his office, and you know what’s worse? He also fucked a patient." I feigned to be taken aback by what Carlo informed me while he arranged for the drug to be delivered by the visiting doctors.
 
I prepared everything for his arrival at the hospital, and I could tell Carlo was content with his work, although he was awake.
 
Carlo’s antics caught my curiosity, and, as a result, I raised an eyebrow at him.
 
"You know that you are lovely, and even patients notice. Therefore, avoid Remon at all costs. He stated that this was not the case previously when his fiancé had sex with him separately." Carlo brushed my hair as I nodded quietly. I got a horrible feeling, and I was determined not to injure myself. Carlo was also correct when he advised me today to avoid it to prevent what had happened from happening again.
 
"This is the hospital; it is here to do its functions, not to talk about other people’s lives." As I slowly turned around, I gasped, and my feet were icy. Today, the visage of Doctor Remon met us. He did not appear to be in a good mood.
 
"Truly, you are a moron. If you are not foolish, why would you exploit a patient?" Carlo said that without hesitation and I took a rapid step, fearful. I took a step between them.
 
Remon smiled and directed his attention to Carlo’s gloomy face.
 
"Act as though you’re better than us, Carlo, because neither of us is. Put an end to your nonsense about me. Did I know it was you, disseminating information that was not intended to be heard?" My eyes grew wider, and the man who stood between the three of us scream.
 
"Stop!" When Carlo rushed Remon, I screamed, and the two of them began grappling, and the folks at the nursing station erupted as well. The throng gazed at the two with embarrassment.
 
"You are a filthy pig! You don’t choose a place, and you don't even pretend to be a saint, since we all knew you weren’t!" Carlo screamed and took a step back when the officer separated them.
 
"Put an end to your pretense that we are not the same, Carlo." Remon mocked Carlo for the second time, and they caused another uproar because of what Remon claimed. I was surprised by what they were saying as the guard on the third level approached our location to apprehend Remon and Carlo, who was still causing a scene.
 
"Ask Yhra; I was certain she enjoyed my performance." When Carlo gazed at me forcefully, I gasped and appeared to stiffen in my current position. I was at a loss for an appropriate response or statement.
 
"W-what?" As Remon laughed at me and Carlo's eyes said it wasn't true, I said.
 
Remon grinned, raised his index finger to my face, and smiled back.
 
Remon came in my direction and whisper something horrible that make me feel afraid of him. "Now, you're denying me huh, remember this Yhra, I don't want to see your fucking face, or else I'll break every inch of your body, using my manhood!" He hissed and walk passed me. I was anxious about what was being said and what was going to come out of Remon’s mouth at the moment.
 
I trembled and bolted away from them. Why am I stranded in this situation? I was not pleased with the doctor’s treatment of me. I, too, was taken aback and couldn’t believe it.
 
Who is a lady who wants to give up something she has cherished for a long time?
 
I’m not sure why I’m being tortured in this situation.
 
"You dare not flee. Dang!" Remon screamed as he pursued and confronted me, and I couldn’t help but feel nervous and fearful of what he was doing and what he can do now.
 
I walked away from him boldly, attempting to contain my emotions.
 
"How could you say such a thing directly to my face? I can’t believe you’re going to refuse me like you didn't moan my fucking name!" My head trembled, and he laughed wildly. I’m not sure how far my fear will take me at this point.
 
"Are you sure you didn’t like what I did, or maybe you're looking for my touch because no one can make you feel that way, because I am the first man you got laid off—"
 
"You're terrible man, you think everything can be solved by a sexual encounter?"
 
"All woman want that, and most woman is dying, just to be in your place!" I can't believe that this man has this kind of attitude.
 
"I’m not the same woman that you believe that they want you all the time, maybe when you got me laid on the very first time, I do what you said, because I have no idea how it was, but not to the point that you will disrespect me, I know that I am not a respectable woman in your eyes, but I want to undo everything that happened between us, you make me feel dirty!" I’m inconsolable because of my chest ache. I’m at a loss about how to prevent it.
 
"Fuck, then quit your fucking job if you can't stand on seeing me!" He said while showing how frustrated he is now.
 
"I cannot quit since I have a family that relies on me," I said in contrast to him, who is wealthy and pampered. I am nothing without good fortune in life and without a fitting place in the world.
 
"Can you not act that way because I know you do the same thing? I knew you loved it based on your reaction, and you didn’t even bother me to stop!"
 
I smacked him in surprise, and my fingers trembled and my eyes swelled with the agony of what he was saying to me.
 
"That is not the case. It will never appeal to me if I hold you accountable for what you’ve done to me. I am incapable of forgiving you. Bear it in mind!" I screamed and moved away from him as he drew me in front of him and forcibly kissed me.
 
"Release me!" I screamed and wrestled with him. "I will not release you until you express dissatisfaction with what I have done to you! No lady can despise me as much as you, Yhra." He yelled at me and rejected the terror I was experiencing.
 
"What is the matter with me? Kindly inform me, Yhra. Why aren’t you all fond of me? What? What is wrong with me if everything that has occurred to me has been excruciatingly painful? Why are they pleased with what I accomplished, but you are not? Why are you and Lesley identical? Why is it that there are so many whys in my head that I can not answer? Tell me what, Yhra! " He said, and it appeared as though Remon was about to lose his mind.
 
"Release me!" I pleaded, and he gave me a disapproving look.
 
"I only desire to be liked. However, why not? " I wish I could feel sorry for him, but I can't, it's a really difficult thing to do to wish for something highly improbable to occur.
 
"You can find the ideal match for yourself. However, what you’re doing to me is incorrect." I attempted to free myself from his hold, but it was so tight that I felt as if I were choking on what Remon was doing now. My concern was that I could not settle down at this point.
 
"Yhra is perfect; everything I desire is correct," I became even more terrified when he leaned me against the wall and moved his hand.
 
I was gasping for air as he did so. It never stops, regardless of whether I’m sobbing or in pain because of what he’s doing to me.
 
"C-correct," I murmured as Remon covered my mouth and locked his gaze on me. "Nothing will stop until I am comfortable with what is occurring, Yhra."
 
My head would not stop whirling, and his hand would not stop stroking and disrobing me.
 
"You’re truly befuddled!" I suddenly lost my hand and the weight bearing down on my body, and all I could hear was a noise as my breathing slowed.
 
"Are you all alright, Yhra?" Carlo’s voice was the last thing I heard before the darkness set in.