Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24976741-20141218034625

First off this is a prequel to one of my other creepy pastas called Doctor Peyton. You don't have to read Dr. Peyton to understand this story, but it will help explain somethings in Dr. Peyton if you do. Also I did look through the rules and was just wondering if I was able to post this as a spin off since I did create the first story to this one.

My name is Clair Uraya I've recently become a nurse at the Saint Judie Hospital, at the current moment I've been working here for about 2 weeks now. I not exactly some cutting edge brilliant rookie or anything, I'm just a trainee that has only just started. Even though I know I'm way out of my league in both my profession and in popularity among my fellow doctors and nurses, I still feel my heart string being tugged at whenever I see the number one surgeon, Andrew Bell.

Dr. Bell is a brilliant man that may not look like much, but is actually a very athletic individual. He's slender with a slight tone, has neat brown hair that's a little wavy and yet curly at the same time, has these thick pair of black framed glasses, and always wears a white lab coat with a green shirt and brown slacks. At a meager look he looks to be extremely young, perhaps around the age of 16, but in reality he is actually 24.

Each and every day that passes by I try my hardest as a nurse to do my best and maybe be recognized by my peers as someone who can be reliable, especially to be recognized by Dr. Bell and one day work besides him.

With each passing day as I walk by the rooms in the hallway I fell as if Andrew regards me more and more, just today we stopped for a couple of minutes to chat about work and how I've been progressing. Dr. Bell is such a kind man, his voice is smooth and calming like a melody playing on a violin surrounded by the incoming sound of a soft piano to the prelude of E in such a lovely and harmonious way that it just makes me smile every time.

I'm so ecstatic today! Because of my overwhelming performance that I've shown recently I've been assigned to be Dr. Bell's assistant. Not only will I see him in the hallways in the mornings, but now I will be working with him daily!

I'm a little nervous today, this is the first time that I've been involved in an operation before. I guess I must have been showing my nervousness because Dr. Bell regarded me with such words of encouragement, it truly made me feel better. The operation was a success, I'm so relieved, this is such a load off of my chest. To be quite honest I thought I did horrible, but once again Dr. Bell encouraged me with his flattering honesty telling me that I had done an outstanding for my first time.

My feeling can't compress themselves anymore, I need to tell him how I feel. About the way he looks, the way he talks with such rhythm, and the way he acts when I'm around him. I manage to build up the courage to talk to him while on our lunch break.

Clair: Dr Bell.

Andrew: Why hello Clair, how are you doing, do you need anything?

Clair: It's just, I.

Andrew: What is it?

Clair: I, I've had these feeling for you bottled up ever since I've meet you and you see, I can't keep them locked up in my heart any longer.

The moment I'm able to look at him from out of my embarrassment, somethings changed. The once lovely atmosphere that had filled this room just a moment ago is now filled with such an emotion that I cannot even name it, but it feels like I'm suffocating in it as I'm being stabbed at the same time. Dr. Bell slowly turns around facing his lunch and proceeds to pick up his knife.

Andrew: You know Clair, the heart's a funny thing.

Clair: Why's that?

Andrew: Seeing as how you've only started working as my assistant I can assume that you've never seen a heart before, am I right?

Clair: Yes, I've never seen a heart before, why?

Andrew: Although we see the heart all the time in the shape that it's drawn as, the actual human heart is far from that. Being a successful surgeon here for some time now, I'm bound to have done a couple of heart surgery's by now. But the first heart that I ever saw was my mother's, that was also the first corpse that I've ever seen, only at the measly age of 7.

Being the weak person that I am I ran, I couldn't control my body, I just, ran. For the next couple of days I would call in sick. As I lied in my bed I couldn't stop thinking about what he said, about how he saw his own mother's corpse only at the age of 7. So tragic, and at such a young age. I decided that the next night I would go see him since he usual works late.

It was currently 10:02 when I arrived at the front entrance to the hospital. I decided that I needed to see him, to let him know that I cared. I walk to the very end of the hallway where he was working. I opened the door and proceeded to go inside. When I had stepped in I saw Dr. Bell as he looked surprise to see me.

Clair: Look, Dr. Bell, I'm really sorry about what happened the other day. My body just moved on it's own and I really do care about what happened to you.

As I proceeded to go on I was stopped as he embraced me into is warm arms making me completely go numb.

Andrew: Clair, don't worry about it, it was my fault for bringing it up. Clair?

Clair: Yes, Dr. Bell?

Andrew: Clair, you expressed your deep emotions for me and I just want you to know, I love you to.

Clair: Andrew.

As we learned in closer and closer into each other something stopped me. The room grew wavy and unoriented as a sharp pain was ringing throughout my chest. As I slowly looked down, I saw that what had stopped me was a knife, covering that knife was crimson blood, and clutching that knife was Dr. Bell's hand. As I slowly lifted my head up I saw a malicious smile spread across his face.

Clair: Dr. Bell?

Andrew: You know, it's a shame, no matter what I do I won't be able to preserve that smile of yours. If it was only something else that had attracted me, like your eyes.

Clair: But, Dr. Bell why, I thought you-

Andrew: Loved you? I have no idea what love feels like, and even if I did know I wouldn't have loved you above anyone else that I know. The only reason I even considered you as a specimen was because of how quick you were growing, and even then what really interested me was the way you smiled. Even though I don't know what love is I can still appreciate beauty at its finest. Sadly however, I released over time that I could not preserve a smile unlike other human parts such as the eyes. In the end it was a hindrance to keep a sap like you around any longer, goodbye.

As the room around me faded into obscurity the last two thing I saw was the photo on his id card and the name that went along beside it. I heard the door shut from some direction around me. I soon realized that I still had my journal with me, but nothing to write with. My brother always said that blood was nothing more than a liquidized metal, that's why it  always smelled so rustic. So I decided that was what I was going to write my last few messy and blurry words with. Why Andrew, why Andrew Peyton Bell. 