The room was completely quiet, it was almost like time just had stopped. I could see Janet's and Mildred's wide eyes at me in the corner of my eye, but I didn't care. I just followed the tall, white-dressed creature while he slowly walked over the room.

Without noticing before, I realised that he was walking in the direction of where I sat. Still with his eyes stuck to my own, he approached me with a dirty smirk on his face.

Now he stood right in front of me.

"Hi, Beverly," He said, still with the same grin formed by his plump, pink lips.

I got a little bit shy, it was not just me and him now and I knew that the girls would freak out over this later. The fact that he called me by my first name was also something that made me quite uncomfortable in this moment.

"Hello there, Brandon" I answered him with kindness. The girls were still quiet and I guessed that it was because of the strange moment.

"Can I sit here?"

His dark, raspy voice really could make anyone obey him. Even if I wasn't very comfortable with it, I went along and nodded my head.

"Of course"

I knew that it was the smartest around Brandon to keep it easy and normal. As long as I kept determined.

Even if I didn't want him to think that he had power over me, or that he was the one in charge, it would only be an unnecessary move for me to deny his own invitation to sit with us.

After what he said the day before, I knew he felt some kind of comfort in my proximity.

The second Brandon sat down in the armchair before me, Janet opened her mouth.

"We should get going, right Mildred?" She said while she looked at Mildred with big eyes.

"Where are you guys going?" I asked while I looked at them both.

The two girls looked at Brandon and then back at me. Of course, they wanted to leave because of him. I didn't blame them though, Brandon was in fact just the right man anyone should be terrified of.

"We're going to the office to look over some furlough decisions and medical schedules" Mildred filled in while she smiled at me.

I knew she probably just came up with a random reason to get away from the killer who just sat down in front of them, and that was totally fine with me.

I nodded my head at the girls and watched them leave the room, which left me and Brandon alone where we sat in our armchairs. I looked over the room to assure that the patients were still entertained and that the guards were still present.

I was paranoid and I was aware of it, but I still didn't trust Brandon sitting that close to me.

"How's your arm, Brandon?" I asked, not coming up with anything else to say.

"Are you kidding me?" He responded in a rude way while he placed that usual grin over his lips.

I realised that it was a dumb question. But the silence between us in our loneliness was making me too uncomfortable.

"Doesn't look like I haven't done it before, right?"

I felt really ashamed when he spoke out. Why did I even mention his arm and that one, red single cut beside the other hundreds of them?

"I'm sorry, Brandon. I just wanted to ask how you feel" I used my professional voice.

I didn't want him to think that he just made me feel ashamed. It was my work to ask questions like that after all.

Brandon began to laugh and I looked back up at him.

"I know, Beverly. You're so kind, caring for me. You know, my arm is fine, can't feel a thing"

He used his unknown power over me and with that dark voice of his and the intensity in his eyes, I couldn't help but get a bit afraid of him again. I knew he was just trying to play with me because right now he was only messing around, trying to appear rude and threatening.

I sighed out loud while I looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"Well, that's good to hear. And please, call me nurse Frazier"

I suddenly felt a little bit of annoyance due to his juvenile acting and I turned my head to the side to look away from him.

I had made a promise to him to treat him like a human being, but that didn't erase the fact that I could still feel annoyed with him.

I wouldn't allow him to believe that he was allowed to treat me however he liked, just because I was not like the other staff around the hospital.

"I'm just joking, come on, nurse Frazier. Relax a little bit"

I looked at him again when he addressed me and his words made me a little bit relieved that he was not threatening me for real. He also did as I had just told him, he called me by my professional name, which made me thankful.

He should treat me with respect even if he knew my first name. I was still his nurse and his supervisor.

"Okay, Brandon. What do you need then? Shouldn't you be reading your book right now, like you always do when you're in here?"

"I rather sit here, where you are"

I got flattered by his sentence. But I knew deep inside that this was just a part of his game to make me weak.

"That's kind of you to say," I said, still managing to sound determined.

Brandon was not the first of patients who had flirted with me during my short time here. The easiest way to act was just to smile and say thank you. And as long as they didn't make any inappropriate approaches, they had in fact not done anything wrong.

The by now well-known addictive, gloomy gaze of his reached my own again and a scant smile formed his pink lips, and allowed the dimples to come through. He let the tip of his tongue out to hydrate his lips.

"It's true"