Night Shift

Walking towards the hospital while suppressing my tiredness was exhausting. Drowsiness couldn't get the better of me, especially after switching to the night shift.

I could already see the large hospital building and the people in the waiting area; the ambulance at the ER door; and the relatives wailing and dealing with morgue paperwork.

"Have you shifted, Yhra?" As I approached the table for my time card, the guard at the table made a joke with me.

"Yes, today is my first night shift. "I replied," he said abruptly, before checking my bag and signaling that everything was fine.

"So, why did you move?" he inquired, and I grimaced.

"Let it go, but I'm not sure." "I can't accomplish anything because I'm too busy." I smiled as I dashed to the janitors' locker area.

I'm not sure whether floor or ward I'm on right now. I was on the bottom floor and in the private ward when I awoke in the morning.

"How are you, Yhra?" My colleague, who was on the broadcast, smiled as she approached me.

You should probably go home now. I'll be back at home tomorrow. Then I put on gloves, a hairnet, and a face mask.

"That's why I got it today on the spur of the moment." You proceed directly to the boss's office. "He'll give you the location." I nodded and dashed over to our boss's office.

"You're back in the private ward and in Doc's office. Every night before he goes to bed, Remon wants to clean his room. I nodded, staring at the document I'd taped to my floor.

I was about to go when he spoke again, and I came to a halt.

Take the filthy blankets and gowns to the laundry before you depart in the morning. I'm sorry you were transferred. "The director wants the best ones." What the boss said made me smile. I felt honored to be one of them.

I desired to be admitted to a private ward with only two other patients. And each of the other rooms has one patient.

"Hello, ma'am, please allow me to tidy up." As I swept the entire corner of the room, I smiled and said hello.

"Can you take off your mask?" I turned to face him, surprised. I cocked my brow.

Do it. I can't take it anymore. "I can't see the person I'm meeting's face," he murmured, raising his brows, and I just removed my mask before arranging the rubbish and the CR.

Finally, I mop so that I don't walk on my mop.

"Would you mind changing my bed sheet?" After that, I approached him and set him on the sofa while I went to the nursing station on their level and changed his blanket.

"I appreciate it." As I walked out of her room, I grinned.

He doesn't have much, but he knows how to be thankful.

Almost everyone in the private ward is frozen and silent. They are frequently impolite.

I laughed as I sat down with two pairs of legs in front of me, carrying the debris.

"What the hell happened?" "Are you in charge of this floor?" In the mirror, she was wearing a white dress, and I furrowed my brow.

As I stood up and nodded to him, my face mask lifted.

First, I clean my workplace. I've been waiting for the cleaning for quite some time. It irritated him, and he turned his back on me as I rushed after him, carrying my brooms and mop.

"Did you notice the blood? It should be cleaned. "Please also change the curtain." In my rush, I nodded and swiftly brought out the ballpen.

I was agitated. I'm afraid and panicking right now.

"Wait a minute! Take care. "Are you considering what you're doing?" As I knelt down and picked up the ball pens from the floor one by one, he yelled violently.

When I stood up, my head met the table's ledge, putting his strength to the test. I'm still dizzy from the intensity of my blow to the table.

Congratulations, Yhra. Your first nightshift has been wrecked.

"Stupid!" he yelled at me before grabbing my arm and lifting me off the floor. He lifted me with two hands and set me on his table.

"Take off your mask; you can't breathe properly!" He stated this fiercely, then walked away from me.

I forgot to remove my mask when removing my hair net. The agony is palpable. It felt like I was bleeding yet nothing was coming out.

When the ice bag reached my head, he questioned, "Does it hurt?" I bit my lip so hard that I wouldn't complain. It stings.

"Thank you; I'll do the net after I clean your room," I respectfully remarked before acting up at the meal.

He swiftly slapped his right hand on the table's edge, thinking it was exhausting to meet me.

"No, I'm already here," he stated directly, the ice bag still on my head and his gaze fixed on mine.

"However, Sir."

"Stop fucking around, Santos." I close my eyes to avoid his gaze, as if I were melting you.

"What are you doing?" he asked as the ice bag lodged in my skull.

"Concentrating," I reasoned as the stress in my thoughts eased.

When he didn't ask again, I exhaled a sigh of relief. Hopefully, the next time he will remove the ice bag from my head and I will be able to continue my work.

That absence made me smile, and I awoke swiftly.

Wrong again, and again. When I opened my eyes, there were two pairs of eyes peering into mine, and there was burning air between us.

The lovely lips that had touched mine were gone for good. They were gone, and he seemed to be rushing through his kiss with me.

His right hand entered into my womanhood and rudely tore my uniform, which was on my thigh.

As he tore, I gasped and hastily restrained my hand before I could shove him into his position.

The sound of him collapsing with the next one, of his shoving me horizontally on the table, of him going to shut the door.

I took advantage of his having his back turned by getting up and leaving the table.

"I'm leaving, Sir."

He pushed me aside, and I landed on the patient's bed.

He ripped my clothes while staring at me as if I were food he had just seen.

When he gripped my chest, my body became hot, and he appeared hungry.

I stopped moaning because I don't want to demonstrate that I approve of what he does to me.

My hand reached for his chest, and he was ready to push me when he pulled my hand to my head.

"You can't refuse me, Ms. Yhra Santos."

Every massage that stroked my body was intoxicating and soothing, and my hair stood on end.

With each massage, my body felt like it was on fire. I wanted to stop what he was doing to me, but it was too painful for me.

As all my hair stood on end, I moaned as one of his hands couldn't rest on the mouth of my femininity.

"That's right," I stuttered, sighing at what he was doing. I'm at a loss for how to get him closer to me. I'm having a hard time understanding what he's doing. I don't want to be bothered by him.

"So damn gorgeous," she said, before releasing my hand and dropping her lips to my womanhood.

I'm not sure whether to shout or complain about what she's doing. I don't want to scream with every sweep of her tongue. My grasp on the bed is so firm, but her grip on my thigh is much tighter, emphasizing my femininity even more.

"Please, that's correct." Then his tongue began to play even more there. I couldn't stop grumbling about what he was doing to my womanhood. I can't stand him any longer.

Do you really want me to stop? He stated this recklessly before taking my hand and putting it on top of his slacks. He demonstrated the expression and silly grin that diverted me.

"You're about to touch my baby." Then he unzipped his clothes and revealed that he wore no briefs or boxers. Nothing else but pants.

As he removed his pants, my eyes widened. Because he threw something in his coat somewhere.

"I want to loosen that tense pussy." I swiftly connected my lips to his as he brushed his head over me, studying my reaction. While my penis was below me looking at him, he looked to enjoy himself.

"Cry out my name, say it." I gazed at him as he immediately entered my mouth and parted my lips.

"S-sir."

"Remon," it said, with a scowl on its face.

"Remon-oh." His palm immediately covered my mouth as he walked in loudly.

Because of its size and length, it felt as if I could urinate in agony and tears. I couldn't sleep in his apartment while he lingered.

As I cried, she saw the blood drain from my womanhood, and her grip on my mouth lessened.

"You're a virgin, huh?" I looked up to stop moaning since his every movement accelerated as though I were losing strength. It was even more painful.

At the same moment that he is digging, my nail is digging into his arm.

"I-it hurts," I muttered, his gaze firmly fixed on my face.

You'll be able to complain to me later. He remarked naively before laughing and smirking, becoming louder with each step towards my room. It's as if I'm oblivious to what he's doing; it's insane.

"Just a second-ahh!" I moaned as he elevated my thigh, and my waist was on the bed's edge while he stood there.

"Hmm, you're one of the hottest janitresses I've ever seen," she remarked. She is really sexy, and her facial expression suggests that you will be taken away.

"Damn it, talk dirty!" he yelled, and I was stunned by his yell.

"M-delicious," I whispered sheepishly, and he smiled and sank deeper because I nearly shrieked.

"I understand, and you enjoy it." I closed my eyes and parted my lips as his hold intensified. I'm at a loss on what to do.

"You keep meeting with me!" "His mouth is open," he said. "I think it's sexy." His replies and gasps were enthralling and addicting.

"I love this," he whispered as he raised me up and leaned against the wall, my shoulder near to his. Inside of me, the taste was delectable. I have the urge to pee.

"Can I enter your body?" He smiled at me as I shook. His arrogant grin made me even more hot.

"Oh god," I mumbled, flushing. He kissed my lips before speeding up, and I didn't know where to turn my head because everything I could feel at the moment was a jumble.

I'm worried we'll be discovered and asked why I'm not cleaning up. This is my first day on the night shift.

It was delectable because I was enjoying something I had never expected to like.

And the agony, it hurts inside me, even if I've just gotten this far. I should have spent my first night with my fiancé, but I didn't.

How can I have the confidence now if every man wants to be the first to marry her?

"A-ahh," Sir Remon moaned as he brushed my hair, almost breaking my waist with his pace.

"L-Lesley," she murmured, and I was shaken by what she said and who she was. Lesley, who are you? She is currently speaking to another woman while I am with her.

"S-sir..."

"Shut up and wait!" he yelled angrily. I cried when I was weak, attempting to avoid his gaze.

That horrible ache happened to me.

Suddenly, he shoved me, and then someone hissed behind me, taking the garments I had taken up.

Make yourself at home, janitress. I don't want to see your face in this room. "Do you get it? "

"Y-Yes," I murmured as he walked away.

I'm disgusted. I'm ready to go home.

My entire body hurt as I stood next to the 7/11 across from the hospital. I just got off work after finishing my night shift.

I've been trying to avoid going to the doctor's office as much as possible. I'm scared to see her bring a nurse there, Remon, and the woman who comes out can hardly move.

"Yhra!" I turned around and approached Carlo, my coworker, who was smoking a cigarette. He, too, was a doctor, but he was exceptionally intelligent and lived in a condo near the hospital.

"Don't be terrified, Carlo. "I'm about to pass out from shock at your presence." He laughed as he handed me the drink and lit another cigarette.

"You are aware that I received a communication from Remon." I was afraid of what he could have said, so I kept it to myself. Carlo is someone I know since I don't want anyone to know what was wrong with me.

He's a fantastic pal. I owe him money for times when I'm in need.

What exactly is the rumor? It does not appear that you are used to it. Even if you are a doctor, you will not share erroneous information, to say the obvious. When I said this, he quickly shook his head. Because of our friendship, we'd been gossiping a few times during the story. We indicated that in order to establish a relationship, I appear to be going to be assaulted and resemble Carlo. It's practically impossible to please Carlo because of the disparity in our incomes.

But I heard he fucked a nurse in his office, and you know what's even worse? He also had a patient fucked. " I pretended to be surprised by what Karlo told me as he arranged for the medicine to be given by the visiting doctors. "

I had everything ready for his arrival at the hospital, and I could tell Carlo was happy with his work, despite the fact that he was awake.

Carlo's actions had piqued my interest, so I raised an eyebrow at him.

You are aware that you are beautiful, and even patients notice. As a result, avoid Remon at all costs. He added that this was not the case earlier, when his fiancée had separate sex with him. Carlo caressed my hair as I quietly nodded. I had a bad feeling and was determined not to hurt myself. Carlo was also correct when he urged me today to avoid it in order to avoid repeating what had happened.

"This is the hospital; it is here to perform its functions, not to discuss the lives of others." I gasped as I gently turned around, and my feet were ice. Doctor Remon's face appeared today. He didn't seem to be in a good mood, which Remon noticed.

"You truly are a moron." "If you're not stupid, why would you take advantage of a patient?" Carlo whimpered, and I made a quick stride, terrified. I moved in between them.

Remon grinned and turned his gaze to Carlo's sad expression.

"Pretend you're better than us, Carlo, because neither of us are." Put your bullshit about me to rest. I knew it was you, spreading information that wasn't meant to be heard. My eyes widened, and the man standing between the three of us whimpered.

"Stop!" I yelled when Carlo rushed Remon, and the two of them began grappling, as did the people at the nursing station. The throng looked at the two, embarrassed.

You are a scumbag! You don't pick a location, and you don't even pretend to be a saint, since we all know you aren't! When the police separated them, Carlo yelled and took a step back.

Carlo, put an end to your pretense that we're not the same. Remon promised, and they produced yet another commotion as a result of what Remon stated. What they were saying astonished me as the guard on the third level approached our area to catch Remon and Carlo, who were still raising a commotion.

"Ask Yhra; I'm sure she liked my performance." When Carlo locked his focus on me, I gasped and appeared to stiffen in my current stance. I couldn't think of a proper reaction or phrase.

"W-what?" As Remon grinned at me and Carlo's eyes told me it wasn't true, I fumbled over my words.

Remon smiled, brought his index finger to my face, and returned my smile.

"Remember this. Are you being prudent? You dare not show your face here or I will rape you whether you want it or not, Yhra." I was worried about what was being said and what was about to come out of Remon's mouth.

I shook and fled away from them. Why am I in this predicament? I was dissatisfied with how the doctor treated me. I was astounded and couldn't believe it.

Who wants to give up something she has treasured for a long time?

I have no idea why I am being tortured in this way.

"You must not flee. Dang! " As Remon pursued and confronted me, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed and terrified of what he was doing to me since it was shocking.

I stepped away from him, trying to keep my emotions in check.

"How could you say anything like that to my face? I can't believe you're going to turn me down like that." My head shook, and he burst out laughing. At this point, I'm not sure how far my fear will take me.

Are you certain that you didn't just do that? Almost every lady begs you to invite her to dinner. "Yhra, what are you on about?"

I'm hoping I'm not the only woman in this scenario, because I don't have a boyfriend and don't want to be engaged in any of this! My chest pain has rendered me inconsolable. I'm at a loss as to how to avoid it.

I can't give up because I have a family that depends on me, unlike him, who is wealthy and spoiled. I am nothing, without good fortune or a suitable place in the world.

Can't you stop acting like that because I know you do the same thing? Based on your reaction, I knew you liked it, and you didn't even trouble me to stop!

My fingers trembled and my eyes dilated with the misery of what he was saying to me, and I hit him in astonishment.

"That is not the case. It will never appeal to you if I hold you accountable for what you've done to me." I am unable to forgive you. Keep that in mind!" I yelled and pushed away from him as he drew me in front of him and kissed him forcibly.

"Give me back!" I screamed at him and grappled him. "I will not let you go until you voice your displeasure with what I have done to you! No lady despises me more than you, Yhra." He yelled at me and dismissed the dread I was feeling.

"What's wrong with me?" Please notify me, Yhra. Why aren't you all crazy about me? What? What's the matter with me if everything that's happened to me has been horribly painful? Why are they pleased with my work but you are not? Why are you and Lesley so similar? Why do I have so many whys in my thoughts that I can't seem to answer? "Yhra, tell me what!" He remarked this as Remon appeared to be on the verge of losing his sanity.

"Give me back!" He gave me a scornful look as I appealed.

"All I want is to be loved." Why not, though?" I wish I could feel sorry for him, but it's quite tough to hope for something that is incredibly unlikely to happen.

You can find the best match for yourself. "However, what you're doing to me is wrong." I tried to break away from his grip, but it was so tight that I felt like I was choking on what Remon was doing now. My concern was that I would be unable to relax at this point.

"Yhra is flawless; whatever I desire is accurate," When he leaned against the wall and moved his hand, I got even more afraid.

As he did so, I was gasping for air. It never stops, whether I'm sobbing or in pain as a result of what he's doing to me.

"C-correct," I mumbled as Remon closed his eyes on me and covered my mouth. "Nothing will stop until I am satisfied with what is happening, Yhra."

My mind couldn't stop racing, and his fingers couldn't stop stroking and undressing me.

"You're completely perplexed!" All I could hear as my breathing slowed was noise as I abruptly lost my hand and the weight bearing down on my body.

"Are you okay, Yhra?" Carlo's voice was the last thing I heard before falling asleep.

I jumped to my feet quickly, holding my head high and working hard to recondition myself. Because of my trouble breathing, I felt as if I were suffocating.

"Are you okay?" he asked, as Carlo uncovered his face to me.

"What exactly am I doing? I haven't finished cleaning yet!" I was startled and jumped to my feet.

You are welcome to take a break, Yhra. "You're so tired, so exhausted," My breathing slowed, and I let him stare at me for a long time.

I was scared. What if I get pregnant as a result of what transpired between Remon and me? I'm not sure how else I'll get up or where I'll find confidence.

"Is that correct?" As if someone else were suddenly in front of me, I raised my eyes to avoid his look. I have the sensation that I am a filthy woman.

"How are things going, Carlo?"

"Just tell the truth." In reaction to what he stated, I stayed silent and nodded slightly. Carlo's fury could be felt.

"Why?" I shuddered, unsure how to explain to him everything that had bothered Remon and me, too soon, to the point where I still can't believe it disturbed me.

"Please don't bother me. Carlo, don't do it right away." Carlo's face became even more solemn as he returned his gaze to mine.

"I'm not sure why this is happening to you," he continued slowly, and I took a big breath.

Even if I am, I have no idea how or why I ended up in the situations that I try to avoid the most. I simply want to forget so that I won't be able to remember everything." I simply shrugged and smiled.

"My first encounter was with Remon. That happened during my first night shift. If my idiocy had coexisted with his and we had ended up there, I would have cleaned his room. Carlo, I've never coveted everything in the world. I'm a poor man's me, and I have no idea how to resuscitate myself. "Even if it's difficult for myself, I'll do it cleanly," Carlo stated calmly, and my palm trembled.

I have no idea what you're going through except from your family. However, I believe you will find it challenging. As he gently held me, my heart rate skyrocketed.

"I apologize for not being present when your shamelessness drove you away. I was so naïve that I didn't notice anything had happened to you. I had developed a dangerous sense of complacency. And now I will care after you, and I have pledged that nothing will happen to you "Carlo spoke with seriousness in his eyes.

"How are you doing? I can take care of myself. I will never abandon my family as long as I have them to support me. As I stood up, I wiped my tears away and smiled at him.

"Thank you so much, Carlo; you were a huge help to me. Thank you very much. He also smiled when I walked into the locker room and changed into my home clothes.

I didn't realize there was someone behind me at first because the shadow didn't move.

"So you're happy. Have you gained any sympathy? Yhra, how are you going to find an ally?" He gave me a strange smile, and I hit the final button.

"I'm pleading with you, Doc. Could you perhaps refrain from doing so right now? I'm sure you don't mind how I feel if you're not fatigued. However, I hope you understand that even if you think of me as a janitress here, I have privacy." I'm not sure how the words came out.

That's what I'm talking about. You have an ally, which gives you the confidence to answer to me. What if I evict you from this filthy hospital, ensuring that you never see me again, that you escape trouble, and that you have the privacy you seek? My tears began to fall as a result of what he said.

"How did you get there? Why were you being so mean to me? What have I done wrong, and why are you so angry with me?" I wondered why my tears were still falling. "This is the only job I'm qualified for. I am a recent high school graduate who still lives at home with my family. Nobody else accepted me because I had done nothing. Why are you acting this way? What's the deal with your irritating behavior?" I yelled, and he just smirked back. The more it happened, the more I pondered why now. Why am I being tortured so badly?

"Because you're a scumbag!" You look exactly like her! You are not deserving of a face like Lesley's. "Poverty as a rat!" says she, while you are a rag. What he said shattered me "Is this a point of disagreement for you? Who said I wanted to look like the person you despise? I have no ties to you, him, or the two of you. Please stop since I have a life of my own and am unrelated to you." Please accept my apologies. If you're going to fire me, please do so. I'm good at it; torture someone who bears no similarity to you." I didn't wait for him to say anything and went straight to Remon.

My life is already challenging enough without him adding to it. If I lose my job tomorrow, I'll look for another.

Finding a decent wage to pay my mother and father will be difficult. I apologize for loosing tens of thousands of dollars each month." Remember this day, Yhra. I guarantee you'll come to regret everything!" Because of what Remon said, fear and anxiety messed with my system until I was able to leave the hospital.

Is he furious because of her? Who is this woman? Who wants to be that way if it also means living a life of quiet torment?

I simply take a trike to the cattleya, which is adjacent to the hospital and accessible by foot.

I'm not sure, but you approached me again when I reached our house in the middle of the night, and all you could hear was the barking and ruckus of the drinkers.

I have a few minutes to travel before I see our house, which is dark outside and barking at me.

"What exactly is it, Mom?" I was taken aback and enquired.

"Your clothes." Someone dejected me before I retrieved my clothes, which were scattered outside and still wet from the rain.

"

You leave." I don't want to see you at our house. Iyha, your aunt, is in wonderful health. You have a wonderful life. Unlike you, you married a wealthy man and took advantage of his good looks. It gives you with a significant revenue that you would not be able to create on your own. You've arrived to a cockroach hospital. That's it! Working at a cabaret would not pay well on a daily basis." What happened to Ate? Do you remember when she decided to take the initiative? "Mom, I'm here to accompany you to the airport, but you're still seeking for someone else to accompany you. Why are they acting this way? They did nothing but hurt and humiliate you.

"How come you can't just do Yhra?"

"Do you want me to work as a paid woman for you? Do you want me to be like you?"

"Bitch!" My mother punched me in the face, and her shoulders rose even higher as her eyes blazed at me. Nothing could be more disturbing to me than what my mother was saying.

"Yhra, don't show that to me." I was worried about my younger sister, Yhna.

"I'm going to take Yhna!" I strained to get in when my father, my stepfather, forced me in.

Never, Yhra, ever exhibit that. Take a stance for your self-esteem! If you don't want to become wealthy, I'll devise a strategy for you." I was depressed as my mother entered the house and I looked up.

I dug around in my pocket. I just have $500 on me right now, and $500 will never be enough in Manila.

"What am I going to do now?"