The Psychopath's Doctor (His cure)

#Wilson's Residence#

**Kimberly's Perspective**

I let out a low grunt as I was jolted awake by the relentless blaring of my alarm clock, which seemed to cut through the stillness of the morning with its harsh tones. "Oh, please don't tell me it's already 6:30 AM," I thought anxiously, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and stretching out my arms as I fumbled to silence the noisy device.

After a brief moment of lying there, still half-asleep, I finally managed to open my eyes, squinting against the harsh light filtering through my window. As I sat up, I scanned my room with bleary eyes, and I couldn't help but feel a wave of embarrassment wash over me.

"Damn, it's such a mess," I thought, taking in the chaotic scene around me. Clothes were strewn haphazardly across the floor, a veritable landscape of discarded outfits from my frantic search for the perfect dress for my date with Nathan the previous night. Shoes were kicked off carelessly, and there were empty cans of soda and snack wrappers littering the space, evidence of my late-night snacking binge.

With a resigned sigh, I took a deep breath, letting the air fill my lungs as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I slipped on my well-worn flip-flops, which were desperately in need of replacement, and stood up. The cold floor beneath my feet sent a small shiver up my spine, prompting me to jump into action.

I started to diligently pick up the clothes strewn all over my room, organizing my wardrobe with a sense of urgency. I could still feel the adrenaline from my date with Scott coursing through me, a rush that made me eager to tidy everything up and restore some semblance of order. My mind replayed snippets of our evening together, and I couldn't help but smile, even as I cursed under my breath about the chaos I had created in my wake.

After several minutes of shoving clothes into drawers and neatly stacking shoes, I finally felt some sense of accomplishment. Then, I paused, my energy waning as the reality of the morning sunk in. I tossed aside the last of the stray garments and headed towards the bathroom, shedding my clothes as I went.

Once inside, I grabbed the toothpaste and toothbrush, my movements slow and groggy as I blinked rapidly, trying my best to shake off the last vestiges of sleep. The cool tiles beneath my feet contrasted sharply with the warmth of my skin, and I felt the need for a rejuvenating splash of cold water on my face. As I squeezed the toothpaste onto my brush, I couldn't help but anticipate the day ahead, hoping for a smoother, more organized one than the chaotic morning I was currently experiencing.

As I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I realized I looked like I had just stumbled out of a psychiatric hospital. My hair was a tangled mess, my clothes were wrinkled, and I could only imagine what kind of impression I would make if my younger brother, Royce, happened to catch me in this disheveled state. I could practically hear his laughter ringing in my ears; it would undoubtedly be a field day for him if he witnessed my morning appearance. I had a tendency to sleep quite erratically, but last night seemed particularly chaotic, as there were times I had even awoken on the cold, hard floor right in front of the bathroom.

"Thank goodness I managed to wake up early this morning before Royce could see me like this," I thought to myself with a frustrated huff as I picked up my toothbrush and began the mundane task of brushing my teeth. I was determined not to let my brother's teasing ruin my day, even though in the back of my mind I knew he probably would find an opportunity to poke fun at me at some point.

Royce, my younger sibling, has a knack for finding the most irritating ways to bother me. He's in his final year of high school, and while I know I should support him, I can't help but feel a wave of relief wash over me at the thought of him leaving home to head off to college. The idea of not having to deal with his incessant teasing and annoying habits gives me a sense of joy that's hard to put into words. Just picturing my life without his shenanigans feels like a breath of fresh air, and I can hardly wait for that day to arrive.

However, today is shaping up to be quite a challenging one for me. I have a full schedule ahead, with numerous patients to attend to, and the thought of it fills me with dread. Mondays, in particular, have always been overwhelming for me-a constant whirlwind of stress and anxiety. It's a day that never seems to go smoothly, fraught with countless tasks that pile up all at once. Just thinking about the multitude of responsibilities I have lined up for the day makes my head spin, and I can't help but let out an exasperated sigh at the thought of yet another chaotic Monday looming ahead.

With a chuckle of disbelief, I shook my head and stepped into the bathroom, turning the faucet of the shower to unleash the cascading water. The sensation of warm water enveloping my body was heavenly, and as the first droplets hit my skin, I couldn't help but gasp in delight, feeling every tense muscle begin to relax. There was something rejuvenating about a warm shower in the morning; it felt as if each droplet was washing away not just the dirt, but also any lingering worries from the night before, leaving me refreshed and ready to face the day.

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***30 MINUTES LATER***

After what felt like the perfect start to my morning, I stood in front of the mirror, a slight smile forming on my lips as I delicately applied a shimmering layer of lip gloss. It was a small detail, but one that made a significant difference in how I felt. I paused for a moment, glancing at my reflection and thinking to myself, "Okay, perhaps I'm not trying to brag here, but honestly, I look quite beautiful today." While I knew that I wasn't exactly the epitome of a classic figure 8, I felt confident in my average yet well-proportioned physique. My breasts were comfortably nestled in that happy medium-not too large to feel cumbersome, yet not so small that they went unnoticed. A similar balance was found with my backside, which had its own delightful curves without tipping into excess.

My stomach was flat, and my waist tapered nicely, creating an appearance that many women often complimented me on, expressing admiration for my body shape. It was always gratifying to hear such words of affirmation, knowing that my efforts at the gym and my focus on healthy eating were appreciated by others.

Lips had always been a standout feature for me, too. Time and again, people would remark on their unique fullness and beauty, declaring them eye-catching. I smiled at the thought, feeling a swell of confidence as I finished applying the lip gloss and placed it carefully into my bag, ready for whatever the day had in store. With my phone and a few important files in hand, I took a moment to gather my thoughts and say quietly to myself, "And... that's all," before making my way out of my room.

As I descended the stairs, the aroma of breakfast wafted through the air, mingling with the sounds of clinking cutlery. Mom and Royce were already seated at the dining table, engrossed in their meal. However, I immediately noticed that my mom's expression didn't seem to match the delightful scent of pancakes and freshly brewed coffee; she appeared somewhat unhappy, and an immediate wave of concern washed over me. The moment she caught sight of me, though, her face broke into a wide smile, a stark contrast to the sadness lurking in her eyes, as if she was trying to mask her worries behind a veneer of cheerfulness.

"My precious jewel," she said with a warm smile that lit up her face, and as if on cue, I let out a chuckle that filled the room with a lighthearted vibe.

"Good morning, Mom," I replied cheerfully, making my way over to the kitchen table where she was already seated, her presence radiating comfort and love. I settled down close to her, relishing the familiar feeling of being near someone I adored so deeply.

"Morning, my angel," she said, her voice sweet and melodic. "Here, I made your favorite," she added, gesturing toward a beautifully plated dish that instantly sent a wave of excitement coursing through me. I gasped in delight, my eyes widening at the sight of the delicious food that awaited me.

"Thanks, Mummy!" I exclaimed, genuinely grateful for her thoughtful gesture. Just then, I caught the sound of Royce scoffing from the other side of the kitchen, his playful expression adding a hint of mischief to the atmosphere.

"It seems like you left your manners on your bed after waking up," I remarked, feigning indignation, my tone playful as I huffed exaggeratedly in his direction.

"Sorry, I just wanted you guys to finish first," he replied, rolling his eyes in an all-too-familiar manner that only made me chuckle more.

"Wait... are you... jealous?" I teased, unable to contain my laughter, the sheer absurdity of the idea making it even funnier.

"Mom didn't prepare my favorite food," he retorted, crossing his arms defensively, "but she cooked yours. Tell me why the hell wouldn't I be jealous?" His exaggerated scoff echoed in the kitchen, causing both of us to erupt into laughter once more. It was a common occurrence; Royce had a knack for getting easily jealous, often craving the affection and praise that Mom showered upon us, particularly when food was involved.

"Well, I'm sorry, Royce," our mom chimed in, her tone gentle and reassuring. "I promise I'll make your favorite food when you return from school," she said, a smile breaking across her face as if to make amends for the oversight. It was moments like these that made our family dynamic so amusing.

"Better," he said, a satisfied grin spreading across his face, his earlier resentment swiftly forgotten in the warmth of our laughter and the delicious promise of food awaiting him later in the day.

"Spoilt brat," I muttered under my breath, casting an irritated glare in his direction before returning to my food with a huff. The last thing I needed this morning was to be delayed by that annoying kid. I shook my head in frustration, thoughts racing through my mind about how this would mess up my schedule. I couldn't afford to be late due to his whims.

Just as I took a bite, I heard his voice, timid yet persistent, calling out my name. "Urmm... Sis," he said, and I immediately looked up from my plate. Whenever he uses that particular nickname, it almost always signifies that he's about to make some kind of dubious request or ask for a favor.

"Yeah, what's up?" I replied, raising an eyebrow expectantly, my mind already bracing itself for whatever he was planning to concoct.

"Could you please give me a ride to school today?" he asked, biting his lip nervously. I noticed the way his eyes darted around, a typical sign that he was trying to gauge my reaction.

"And why should I do that?" I countered, skepticism laced in my tone. "What happened to your drive?" I was curious to know why he suddenly couldn't use his own means of transportation because I could see the glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

"Nothing serious," he replied quickly, his voice almost pleading. "I just really want you to drop me off today. It's so boring when he drives me to school, and I need someone to talk to. I would love to drive myself, but Mom still thinks I'm too young to handle it," he continued, a slightly exaggerated note of exasperation creeping into his voice. I couldn't help but scoff; I knew this punk too well. There had to be more to his request than simply wanting my company for a mundane car ride.

"Please, Kim," my brother chimed in, using the tone that usually stirred my protective instincts. "You heard your brother. Please drop him off at school." My mom's gentle pleading cut through my annoyance, and I let out a weary sigh, feeling the weight of her request settle upon my shoulders as I forked another piece of food into my mouth.

"Fine, but you better not provoke me. If you do, I swear I'll throw you right out of my car," I remarked, my voice laced with mock seriousness. He nodded in response, flashing me a cheeky wink that suggested he was unbothered by my threat.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road," I said, finally rising from my chair with a sense of urgency.

"What?? Are you serious? But it's barely been three minutes since I sat down!" Royce protested, his brow furrowing in disbelief as he glanced at his half-finished meal.

I let out an exaggerated scoff, not buying his excuse for a second. "Come on, man! You're supposed to be done eating by now. It's been more than three minutes! Please don't be the reason I end up late for work today," I retorted, my impatience starting to bubble to the surface. Reluctantly, he stood up, but not before mumbling something incoherent under his breath that I couldn't quite catch.

"We're heading out now, Mom," I called over my shoulder, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on her cheek - a gesture of affection that was second nature for me.

"Okay, sweetheart, you two take care! See you later!" she replied cheerfully, her voice light and full of warmth as we made our way out of the house and towards my car.

Once we reached the vehicle, both of us slipped inside; I wasted no time in starting the engine and backing out of the driveway, the hum of the car filling the brief silence that followed.

A few minutes passed with the rhythmic sound of tires against the pavement when I turned my head slightly to check on Royce. "Is something going on with Mom? She seems a little off today," I inquired, curiosity piqued as my eyes remained fixed on the road ahead of me.

"I think Dad might be having an affair," Royce replied, his tone suddenly serious, sending a chill down my spine. I gasped, shocked by the severity of his statement, and instinctively turned my head to look at him.

"Whoa, hold on! Can you please focus on the road?" he said, a hint of concern in his voice as I snapped back to reality, realizing how easily distractions could lead to trouble while driving. I quickly redirected my attention to the road, the weight of his words lingering in the air like an unopened package, full of unsettling possibilities.

"Why did you say that??"I asked wondering why he said that. My dad is a really calm person and he seem to love mom alot so why would Royce say that,I thought and bit my lips.

"I heard mom telling someone on phone yesterday evening, It seems like dad didn't actually go for a business trip but he's with another woman. Mom had cried so much last night"He said and I scoffed gobsmacked.

"Dad....... Dad is with another woman??, How could he do this to mom?"I said and scoffed unbelievably.

"I don't know too, Kim but I'm scared that mom might file for a divorce"He said.

"I still can't believe this,Poor mom. I'm so dissapointed in dad "I muttered with a huff adding a little speed.

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*30 MINUTE'S LATER*

I parked my car and swiftly rushed out of the car heading inside the hospital, I'm so pressed that if I don't use the restroom anytime soon...... I might just end up urinating on my body.

"Good morning, Doctor Kim"The nurses and some of my fellow colleagues greeted but I just waved at them rushing off. I'm sure they must be wondering what's wrong with me.

I finally saw the restroom and rushed into it heading into one of the toilets.

"Ugghhhhhh"I groaned as I let the liquid out. F**k I thought my bladder will burst,I thought and brought out my phone.

I searched for his contact and dialed it but he still didn't answer his phone. What's wrong with him?, Whenever I call him he doesn't pick up and annoyingly he doesn't return back my calls. It just feels like I'm dating myself sometimes,I thought with a sigh and put the phone back into my handbag.

As I rifled through my contacts, my anticipation turned to frustration as I dialed his number, only to be met once again with the same silent response; he simply did not pick up his phone. "What on earth is the matter with him?" I pondered, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. It seemed like every time I reached out, my calls went unanswered. Even more annoyingly, he had developed a habit of completely ignoring my attempts to reconnect-no missed call notifications, no texts, nothing. It was as if I was engaged in a one-sided relationship, where my efforts to bridge the gap felt utterly futile. "Sometimes, I really feel like I'm just dating myself," I thought with a resigned sigh, before tucking my phone back into the depths of my handbag, the weight of uncertainty growing heavier.

Just when I thought I would rise from my seat and leave this frustrating episode behind, my attention was abruptly seized by a chorus of laughter nearby. The vibrant giggles and chatter of a group of women pierced through my thoughts like an unexpected burst of energy. I hadn't intended to eavesdrop on their conversation, but the snippets of their lively discussion drew me in, making me root myself to the spot.

"Geez, my lips look so pale," one voice exclaimed, her tone infused with mock exasperation that hinted at the humorous nature of their gathering.

Then, another voice chimed in, brimming with intrigue. "Have you guys heard the latest scoop about Mr. Antonio's son making headlines over at the hospital?"

"Oh, absolutely! I heard he actually pulled a knife and nearly went after the last doctor they assigned to him. I think it was Dr. Collins, right?"

The others gasped, their curiosity piqued by the unfolding drama.

"Honestly, he's fortunate that his parents are wealthy. If it weren't for their resources, there's no way he'd receive the proper treatment he needs," one of the women asserted with a hint of disdain. "I mean, how does he expect to get any help when he behaves like that towards everyone trying to assist him?"

Their conversation unfolded like a captivating story, and despite my earlier frustrations, I found myself unwittingly drawn into the dynamic exchanges, eager to learn more about the peculiar situation surrounding Mr. Antonio's son. Each detail heightened the intrigue, momentarily distracting me from my own grievances.

"Poor Doctor Kimberly. He's just going to hurt her the same way he's been hurting everyone else," I overheard, and a lump formed in my throat as I swallowed hard, desperately trying to suppress the rising dread within me.

"Why are they sending more doctors to him when it's painfully obvious that he's never going to be cured? I simply cannot bear the thought of him causing harm to our beloved Doctor Kim," another voice chimed in, filled with frustration and concern.

"Why must it be her? Of all the doctors in this facility, why did it have to be her?. They should have appointed doctor Anita instead"her words laced with an anxious hiss.

"I wholeheartedly agree with you," another nurse said. "Anita has been nothing but a thorn in our side, a constant source of unease in this hospital. They should have assigned Doctor Anita instead.

With each word spoken, a sense of foreboding enveloped me. "Doctor Kimberly is in serious trouble; he's clearly on a path to harm her," one nurse added, her voice trembling with fear.

"Please, don't say things like that!" another replied, her voice lowering as if she were afraid of the very words escaping her lips. "Let's just pray that she makes it out of this situation alive. She's such a kind soul, and I genuinely hope he recognizes that"

As their hushed gossip continued to swirl around me, my heart raced with panic. I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of anxiety. What on earth are they talking about? Wait a minute... Doctor Collins who is Doctor Collins' patient that they keep discussing? I thought to myself, biting down on my lip anxiously, trying to piece together this unsettling puzzle of troubling conversation.

**Anita's Apartment**

**Morning**

**Anita's point of view**

The sun had just begun to rise, casting a soft golden glow through the window of Anita's snug apartment. As the light seeped in, illuminating the clutter of books and the half-empty coffee mugs strewn about the living room, Anita's still-sleepy mind wrestled with the events of the morning. The tranquility was abruptly interrupted when her phone rang insistently from the bedside table, its bright screen flashing the name "Kimberly" accompanied by a heart emoji and a small picture of a youthful woman grinning with enthusiasm.

"Who's calling?" he asked groggily, pulling on a pair of slightly wrinkled shorts, his expression mired in confusion.

"Kimberly," I replied, frowning as I watched his reaction unfold. The name seemed to hang in the air heavy with unspoken tension, and I couldn't help but grimace as I glanced at the vibrant image on the screen, a stark reminder of the complexities in our lives.

"Oh... just drop it back on the bed," he muttered dismissively, as if the reality of the situation was merely an inconvenience he wished to sweep aside.

My eyes narrowed as I couldn't help but question the situation further. "Isn't she supposed to be at the hospital?" I asked, deliberately rolling my eyes at him, feeling an impatient knot tighten in my stomach as I awaited his explanation. The fact that she was calling now, when she should be busy attending to her medical duties, only added to the unease brewing in me.

"She was supposed to be at the hospital by now," he admitted, his voice lowering slightly as he began to pull on a fitted shirt, the fabric clinging to him in an all-too-familiar way. "She's got a lot of patients to attend to today," he continued, his tone losing some of its earlier indifference.

I took his words in, my skepticism rising. "You told me that you were going to break up with her," I challenged, fixing him with an intense gaze that searched for the truth behind those eyes. "Why the hell is she still calling you? Or... haven't you broken up with her?" My voice, tinged with disbelief, echoed in the stillness of the room, creating an air of confrontation I hadn't intended but knew was necessary.

"Look, baby," he said, his tone softening, almost pleading. "I will break up with her... I just need a little more time." The words fell from his lips like a promise, but they felt tinged with hesitation, leaving me frustrated and confused, my heart racing with an unyielding mix of emotions. I felt my brows furrow deeply, an immediate frown forming on my face as I contemplated the gravity of his hesitation.

"Please, stop stressing about it, Baby," Nathan reassured me, a hint of urgency lacing his voice. "You know I don't love her, so there's really no point in letting it bother you. She means absolutely nothing to me." His words hung in the air, earnest and sincere, as he leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto mine. "I promise you, I'll take care of this today, okay?" As he spoke, I felt a wave of relief wash over me, and I nodded in agreement, even though a small part of me still felt uneasy.

"Then why on earth are you still dating her if she means so little to you?" I challenged softly, barely able to keep the frustration out of my voice. "You really need to end things with her, Nathan. Otherwise, I swear I'll intervene and help you break it off myself." My tone was playful, but the underlying seriousness was clear. In response, Nathan leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine, a warm kiss that momentarily distracted me from the tension swirling around us.

"Please, just don't do anything rash, Anita. Just give me a few more days, and I promise I'll break things off with her. I really do need to act quickly, though-I have two patients waiting for me, and I'm already late," he said, glancing at his wristwatch as if the mere act of checking the time could somehow erase the awkward situation we found ourselves in.

"Catch you later, Baby," he said with a soft smile, and I hummed in response, my eyes following him as he prepared to leave. As he turned to walk away, he added with a playful eye roll, "I'm definitely going to catch a lot of flak from Felix for this."

"He's such a buzzkill," I replied, chuckling to myself. "Honestly, considering that I'm off today, it's a relief I won't have to deal with his annoying face." His light-hearted laughter echoed back to me, a moment of levity amidst the tension.

"Are you going to swing back here after work, or will you head straight home?" I inquired, trying to gauge his plans. Nathan flashed me a teasing grin that hinted at mischief, and I immediately recognized the playful look in his eyes.

"I know that expression," I teased him, shaking my head playfully. "What are you planning?" He simply responded with a cheeky wink, and in that moment, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement, even within the complexities of our situation.

"I'll come back to you Baby"He said and pecked my lips before taking his phone from the bed.

"See you later, Baby.......Love you"He said and pecked me again before walking out of the room.

"Love you too Baby"I yelled and grabbed one of the pillows hugging it tight. I feel so good having Nathan to myself and I can't wait to see the look on that b*tch's face when she finds out that I've been with her beloved Nathan for more than 3 months now.

I hate her so much and I just wish that she disappears from this planet, I mean why must everyone compare her to me? ,I thought and hissed loudly. Especially that annoying Dr Felix, He was more fond of doing that but thank god my p*$$y sh*t him up. I've got him wrapped around my finger and he does anything I tell him to do as long as I spread my legs for him.

I bit my lips and laid on my back but just then I heard my phone ringing. I picked it up from my bed and saw that it was Tatiana, My bestfriend. She's also a doctor in the same hospital as I am.

"Hey what's up, Baby girl?"I said with a smile.

"I'm good girl, Are you still in bed??"She asked and I hummed with a raised eyebrow.

"Why??, Is something wrong??"I asked.

"Yes Anita, Kimberly has been assigned to be the personal doctor to Donovan Higgins"She said and I sat up immediately trying to process what she just said.

"Excuse..... Can..... Can you please come again"I said with a scoff.

"I said that Kimberly has been assigned as the personal doctor to Donovan Higgins"She said and I scoffed immediately.

"Which Donovan Higgins?,My crush??, Do you mean the son to Antonio Higgins??"I said with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course, Anita, do we have any other Donovan Higgins in the country??"She said and I gulped down my spittle immediately.

"Are...... Are you sure about this, Tiana??"I asked and heard her scoff.

"And why would I be lying to you, As a matter of fact...... This is on everyone's lips in the hospital as we speak. At first I thought it was a lie until Doctor Felix confirmed that it's the truth.......he's parents are in the hospital right now"She said and I bit my lips immediately.

"But that old folk promised me that I'll be the one that'll be assigned to be Donovan's personal doctor, I even had to go extra rounds the last time we had s*x just to make sure that he assigns me as Donovan's Doctor"I said with a deep frown.

"Seriously girl??.,I still don't know why you want to be the doctor to that psychopath, Could you believe that I heard that he had almost stabbed Collins last night when Collins wanted to give him an injection?, I know you're obsessed with him because he's handsome and rich but girlfriend...... I'm going to be sincere I actually don't think you should wish to be the doctor to him"She said but I hissed loudly.

"I don't care if he's mentally unstable Girlfriend, He's got the perfect body and also the perfect money...... Imagine taming him to myself"I said and laughed heartily.

"It Is I that should be assigned to be his doctor and I'm going to make sure that Felix assigns me instead, Infact I'm coming to the hospital right now"I said and stood up from the bed.

"See you later, bestie.....i gotta go get ready so expect me soon "I said and hung up with a smirk.

"There's no way that, that b*tch, Kimberly, Is going to that rich mansion....... I will be the one to treat my Donovan"I said and grinned before walking into the bathroom.

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#BACK AT THE HOSPITAL#

Kimberly's point of view

I sighed and finally knocked on the directors office after contemplating for a while. A nurse came to tell me in my office that Dr Felix wants me in his office and somehow...... I'm suspecting that it has to do with what I heard in the restroom,I thought with a sigh. They were some huge well built guys standing by the door and somehow I knew that someone else was in apart from him.

"Come in"I heard and took a deep breath before pushing the door open.

I walked in to see Dr Felix seated on his seat with a man and a woman seating in front of him and they were no other than the alright Mr and Mrs Higgins.

"Good morning Sir, Good morning ma'am"I greeted and they immediately smiled at me.

"Good morning dear, You must be Doctor Kimberly"The beautiful lady who should be in her late forties or early fifties said and I nodded.

"Please take a seat"Dr Felix said and I sat down on the only empty chair in the room.

"You might be wondering why I called you here but don't worry, you'll find out in some minutes. Before I go on..... I would like to introduce you to Mr and Mrs Higgins, I'm sure you must have heard about them"He said and I nodded slowly. I mean who doesn't know the most richest man in the country.

"They need a big favour from us........and we're going to help them. You see...... Their son is not mentally stable and since he can't be admitted in the hospital because of a reason best known to us............. We want you to please be his personal doctor at home"They said and my heart skipped a beat immediately.

"You........ You want me to...... Go live in his house and treat him?, But I heard that he's very violent and has been hurting a lot of doctors sent to him.......I also heard that he had almost stabbed doctor Collins too. What if he hurts me too or worst still....... Kill me"I said and scoffed loudly. I heard them sighed but didn't turn to look at them. They should know that my life is on the line here,I thought and clasped my hands together.

"That's not true, doctor Kimberly, He's not that violent like you've heard"The woman said trying to defend her son.

"Oh really?, Then how do you explain the fact that he had almost stabbed someone that came to treat him"I said and noticed that she became speechless.

"He's not going to hurt you Kimberly, According to what the maid said...... She said that Donovan wasn't really trying to stab The doctor" Mr Antonio said.

"Please help us young lady, I promise I'll give you anything you want......just please help my only son"Mr Antonio begged desperately while I bit my lips.

"My life is worth more than anything,Sir"I murmured.

"I know....... He's...... He's my only son and if you refuse to help us.......How else do you want us to help him?,According to what the doctor said....... We heard that you're the best female doctor in this hospital and we want to try a female this time from this hospital"She said and I raised my eyebrows immediately.

"What do you mean by you want to try a female this time from here?, Has any female doctor been assigned to him before??" I asked and they sighed.

"My sister owns a hospital and that was where he was being treated at......I'm sure you know it. They gave him like two female doctors but they all left soon too..........please help us doctor Kimberly, I promise if he tries to get violent, you can quit"She said and that made me feel relieved.

"Please help us"They begged again and I took a deep breath.

"Fine...... I'll be his doctor but if he gets really violent I'll quit like you've said"I said and they smiled immediately.

"Thank you very much doctor, We're so grateful "They said and somehow I felt bad for them. Can't believe that their only son is a psychopath, I thought and gave them a faux smile.

To be sincere....... I'm not too comfortable with this decision but I'm going to give it a try because I've had really violent patients before and I handled it quite well so who's this psychopath thst I can't handle?, I'm quite a crazy lady and if he wants it the hard way...... I'll give it to him.I thought and smirked.

"I'll arrange for anything you need,Please if you need anything please give us a call"He said and stretched out one of his cards to me but I immediately shook my head.

"You don't need to, I'll take care of everything myself"I said and he smiled lightly.

"Once again thank you very much doctor Kim ,I'm so grateful for your decision"She said and I nodded.

"So...... When will she be starting??"She asked and turned to Doctor Felix.

"His case needs urgent care,I guess she'll start tomorrow,Since he refused the injection...... He needs his drugs the earliest"Mr Felix said and they nodded.

"What about my other patients, Here in the hospital?"I asked.

"They're still some doctors here, Kim, Don't worry we'll take care of them"He said and I nodded.

"I know you said that you don't want my help,but can you at least give me your address so that I'll send a driver to drive you to our house tomorrow"He said and I sighed before telling him my address.

"Thank you so much Doctor, I guess we'll be on our way then...... We've got an important place to be at now"He said the both of them stood up.

"Okay then, See you some other time"Dr Felix stood up too and they shook hands.

"Bye doctor Kimberly, I can't wait to have you at my house"She said and I bowed slightly as I watched them walked out of the room leaving just i and Dr Felix.

"Phew...... That was close...... Thanks for agreeing to be his doctor, Kim"Dr Felix said and I nodded.

"I trust you'll do a good job so I'm counting on you...... The whole of us are counting on you "He said and smiled widely and i almost scoffed. It's obvious that they've given him a lot of money,I thought and stood up.

"I'll be in my office, I need to start preparing for tomorrow, I said and was about to take a step when just then the door barged open as if the person had plans to break it down.......And just then she walked in with a frown glaring at me and I frown deeply too.

Kim's point of view

I scoffed immediately and stopped staring at her with a glare.

"So....... I'm not going to get even a 'good morning?"She said and I scoffed loudly immediately.

"Is that a sentence or should I call it a question, For me??"I asked and crossed my hands.

"You don't feel that I deserve a greeting??"She asked and glanced at doctor Felix.

"You're not worth my greeting"I said and rolled my eyes trying to wajlk past her but the next sentence she said made me halt.

"Soon........ we're going to see who's worth greeting"She said and laughed hysterically while I watched her quietly. I didn't utter any more word but quietly walked out of the room leaving her and doctor Felix alone.

"That lady just always loves getting on my nerves and sometimes I wonder what I did to her.....she's so annoying and dumb that most times I wonder how she ended up becoming a doctor.

I heard from a colleague of mine that she loves throwing her body at most of male doctors and I'm so glad my Nathan had bluntly rejected her when she made advances towards him. The next time she tries sh*t like that with my man........ I'm going to make sure she pays greatly.

I sighed and pushed the door to my office going straight to my seat. That b*tch is not my problem right now. My problem is Mr Higgins, I know I've had violent patients but none of them had been life threatening........ I can't help but to feel really scared hearing that he had almost stabbed doctor Collins, I mean he's one of the best doctors that I know.

I heard my door opened and muttered a 'come in' with a frown.

"Good evening, beautiful"He said and I smiled brightly immediately, Great, Just who I need to talk to right now, I thought with a grin as he took slow strides towards me.

"You look so worked out girlfriend, I called you while you were passing by but you looked so lost, What's up with you? "He said and picked up a seat in front of me. He's Kenny, My closet friend in the hospital and he's a nurse.

"Don't tell me that you don't know the news going round the hospital, Kenny?"I said with a huff.

"What news??"He asked with a raised eyebrow earning a chuckle from me.

"You know you're bad at acting right"I said and he sighed softly.

"I'm trying not to make it awkward for you"He said and I nodded.

"I'm so scared right now, Kenny, I mean....... Why me? "I asked pointing at my chest.

"You know why, Kim..... It's because you're the best psychiatrist in the hospital and of course...... I heard that the Higgins always go for the best"He said and I scoffed immediately.

"If it's because of that then I don't want to be the best,Kenny...... I heard that their son had almost stabbed Collins"I muttered and clasped my hands nervously.

"Look Kim, I know it's going to be a bit hard for you...... But I'm going to advice that you help their son...... So far I've known you..... You're good with all your psychiatric patients and I know you might help him"He said and I chuckled.

"You're making me more scared saying that 'I might help him'"I said and he chuckled.

"Fine, You will help him"He said and I nodded.

"Don't think about it too much and don't let anyone try to make you scared....... You're beautiful, bold and fearless.......... I don't know why I have a good feeling about this, Kim. Go there and no matter what....... Do your best"He said and I smiled immediately. That's why I love hanging around Kenny. He's such a motivational speaker and most times I think he would have done well as a therapist, I thought and exhaled in relief.

"Thank you very much, Kenny..... That's why most of the times I just want to hear you speak"I said and he winked at me.

"Anything for you, Kim. I mean you've done so much for me and this is the least I can do for you"He said and I smiled widely.

"So....... When will you start??"He asked.

"Tommorow, I'll be going to their mansion"I said and he nodded.

"That's good, but I'm going to miss you"He said with a pout making me to chuckle.

"Oh please...... You don't look like someone that's going to miss me"I said and he burst into laughter.

"I just pray everything goes smoothly and you return back in one piece"He said and I frowned immediately.

"You didn't just say that"I said staring at him with a smirk.

"What did I say wrong?, I'm just praying for you"He said and I scoffed immediately.

"Praying indeed, That sounded so scary"I said and rolled my eyes.

"How about your best friend?"He asked with a grin and I immediately knew Who he was talking about.

"That w*tch is always getting on my nerves...... I just wish she'll disappear from this planet"I said with a frown.

"Me too, I hate her so much that I just can't even stand her sight....... I'm so sad that you're not going to be around anymore"He said.

"Stop sounding like I'm going to d*e"I said and he chuckled.

"Have you seen Nathan today?,I've been calling him since yesterday evening but he hasn't been picking up my call"I said with a sigh and he frowned deeply immediately.

"That f**king creep"He said and I sighed immediately. I don't know why Kenny hates Nathan with passion.

"I don't know why I don't like him, but I want you not too trust that dude...... He's creepy"He said and I laughed.

"Can we not talk about that"I said and jumped into another conversation.

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Anita's point of view

I hissed loudly immediately she walked away and turned back to Felix.

"And what's that rubbish this I'm hearing?"I asked and crossed my hands.

"What's the rubbish you're hearing?"He asked trying to play dumb with me.

"You know what I'm talking about, Felix, After I found out that the special patient was Donovan Higgins....... I begged you, No Infact I f**ked you and you promised that if Collins can't do it.... You'll assign me. So why is that b*tch Kim, The one going to the Higgins mansion instead of me??"I asked angrily remembering how he rode me for hours.

"I'm sorry I didn't assign you like promised but you see...... The Higgins family said that they want the best doctor in the hospital and Kim was the only person that came to my mind"He said and I felt like smacking his face immediately.

"And what's that supposed to mean..... That I'm not the best??"I asked and he sighed.

"We can't be having this conversation right now Anita, I've got a lot of patients and I want to go right now"He said and stood up but not without taking his stethoscope.

"That's what you're just going to say??, You used me Felix. You know I'm better than Kim but you made her Donovan's doctor instead of me"I said with a scoff and he frowned immediately.

"Look...... I didn't force you to have s*x with me so stop trying to act like I did, You were the one that came to my home and shamelessly threw your body at me"He said and walked out of the office leaving me speechless.

#THE HIGGINS MANSION#

Felicia's point of view ( Donovan's mom)

"What's this, why are you back with his food so quickly?"I asked the maids and they bowed their heads immediately.

"He chased us out of the room and when we insisted on giving him the food....... He picked up a pistol and told us that if he counts from one to ten and we are still here that he's going to kill us...... So we ran out of his room"The maids said and I sighed sadly.

"And where the hell did he get a gun frown??"I said with a frown and collected the tray from the maids. If he wants to shoot then he should shoot me then because I'm getting tired of all these, I thought heading towards his room.

I didn't even knock but push the door open to see him at his usual position. He's always at the window smoking as if he's got plans to smoke to death. He's room was so dark making it a little hard to see clearly. I mean why does he love it so dark.

"Son??, Baby it's me your mother"I said and he turned around slowly staring at me.

"I brought your food"I said and placed it on the table in his room while he just continued staring keenly at me.

"Come sit down, Baby, I'll feed you"I said and he chuckled but didn't move. It's quite weird and scary but I'm used to all these now.

"Please honey, Come eat something...... You haven't eaten anything since last night and I'm beginning to get scared"I said and walked closer to him.

"You haven't taken your drugs for some days and I'm worried..... Please eat and take your drugs...... Your new personal doctor will be here tomorrow morning"I said and he smirked immediately.

"Can't wait"He muttered with a grin.

"Please honey, Come eat"I repeated and manages to collect the cigarette from him throwing it out.

I held his hand and took him to his bed, making him sit on it. No mother would want to see her child like this and it hurts when I hear my peers gossiping behind my back that my child is a mad man.

I gave him a spoonful and he took it chewing slowly like a prince, My prince, I thought and wiped the little piece on his lips..

I just wish that this time.......He should let his personal doctor do her work because I'm having a good feeling about that lady,I thought watching him closely.