I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom. My hands were sweaty and my heart was still not beating at a healthy pace. I tried to breathe as slowly as I could to settle down but it didn't seem to work.

I didn't know what was going on at this moment. Why was my body reacting so extremely poignant?

Generally, I was a stable woman with a strong mentality. Especially after what I had been through myself.

After my time in rehab, I changed into someone I always wanted to be. I became the hard, strong one who was going to help people. I didn't want to be the person who needed help anymore.

Also, I had treated people before, who had a criminal past or a violent acts.

Back at Wimbledon, there were several times I had been hurt or attacked by patients' who outbursted. But after all, it was me who decided that I wanted to work with people like that, like Brandon. I made the choice myself because of my strong persona and my dramatic past.

I left the bathroom on my floor and I began to walk through the hallway toward the pharmacy section. After my agreement with Dorothy, my schedule was changed for this morning.

With Brandon's file in my hands, I gave the names of his drugs to the pharmacist. Now it was just a matter of minutes until I would meet with him for the first time.

I still wondered why he wanted me. Was he like Jacob? Who got extremely excited over new people? Or was he mad over my staring the other day and wanted to threaten me? I really didn't know. But I knew I was unfortunate, being the one he pointed out.

The sweet, red-haired pharmacist handed over the cup with the requested pills and I thanked the woman with a friendly smile.

Every time I held medications in my hands, my heart began to beat a little faster. But I knew so much better...

It was now time to get to his room. As far as I knew, he was guarded both day and night, so his cell would be in the monitored section of the hospital; ward number 5.

I reached the right hallway and the door to the ward. As this area had super strict security rules, there was an extra door into the cellar hallway.

The second I stepped inside the door, the energy completely changed and I shivered.

I passed by a couple of guards on my way down the ward corridor and they all greeted me with their square, harsh faces and what I believed should appear as a smiles.

I thought that it would have to take quite a lot for a person to work as a guard in a section like ward 5 at a mental institution. You could see in the appearance of every guard that they were male machines, with their broad, taut body figures and their empty, emotionless faces. Even if they were there to protect me and to make me feel safe, I still got a little disturbed by a lump in my stomach when I met my eyes with theirs.

For every step forward, my heart decided to race one beat faster.

When I reached cell number 401, I took a deep, heavy breath before the guard beside me, followed my steps inside the cellar. This was the moment where I would meet with the psychopath.

"Good morning, Mr. Barlowe," I said with respect as I looked at the young man who was already awake.

He looked up at me and a big grin formed his pink lips.

That grin again. I got goosebumps and I took a step back.

"Nice to meet you, new girl," He sneered.

He was making me so uncomfortable, and I had just been there for a short moment. I kept calm and confident, to not make him believe that he had any power over me.

"Nice to meet you too," I said.

I sat down on the chair that was standing beside the door, and the guard stood in a rigid position in the corner of the room. Brandon sat up in his bed, with his back leaned against the gray wall.

"So, what name belongs to this young creature?" He said while he inspected me from head to toe.

Did he try to humiliate me by calling me creature?

"My name is Beverly Frazier," I said determinately.

I could tell that his brown, dark eyes were trying to penetrate my mind but I refused to let him succeed.

"Beverly, what a beautiful name," He said with a calm, foul voice.

I shrugged my shoulders discretely and I tied my fists out of discomfort. I knew what he was trying to do and I would not let him win.

He wanted to make me weak, he wanted me to fall for his flattering compliment so that he could force his way into my brain and manipulate me. I knew what was going on in his mind, all he wanted was power and control.

"Nurse Frazier" I corrected his calling of my first name. I had to stay resolute.

"So, nurse Frazier? How are you today?" His grin made me sick.

I sighed out loud.

"That is my question to you, Brandon!"

"Oh, me? I'm doing just fine. Even better since you entered the room actually" I turned my head to the right to look at the guard who was standing a distance from me. He looked back at me and moved his head in a small motion.

I got a little more settled by the confirmation of his presence and I turned my head to look at Brandon again.

"I need you to take your medication, Brandon," I said.

For this meeting to get somewhere, I had to act this way against him. I wanted him to know that I was the one in charge.

A psychopathic person had no tendency to feel, only to act. They were smart and often knew exactly how to slowly screw themselves into people's brains.

But the way Brandon spoke to me, only made it easier for me to understand him and his state of mind.

As long as I could handle him this way, he could speak to me however he wanted, as long as he didn't make any further movements against me.

I took the pill cup and reached my hand out to the blond, mysterious man that sat on his bed in his bad-boy position. He leaned forward to take the cup from my hand.

He slightly happened to touch my finger with his own and the bumps covered my skin once again when the time completely stopped between us.

"Of course, ma'am"