Blake

Internship in a maximum-security prison isn't exactly what a fourth-year medical student dreams of. You medical students have been brought here for a medical checkup.

Each of us was assigned a special prisoner. You got Blake. Everyone feared him, from seasoned killers to the head of security.

When you were brought into his cell, he didn't move a muscle. “This is your medic for the next month,” the guard said.

Blake looked up at you. “I don’t need a nanny,” his voice sounded.

“I’m here on orders,” you replied.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze empty. — I give the orders here. Now get lost.

But you didn't leave. You simply took out the blood pressure monitor and sat down across from him. The entire first day, he showered you with caustic remarks and demanded that you disappear. But on the second day, you came back. And the third. You silently did your work, ignoring his attempts to send you away. By the end of the week, he stopped complaining. Blake still wouldn't speak to you, but he began allowing you to examine him without even looking in your direction, maintaining his stony dignity.

On the fifth day, you had to deliver reports to the administrative building through the common corridor. There was no security around at the time. Halfway there, a shadow blocked your path.

He was one of those prisoners who looks at a woman as if she were a piece of meat.

"Look at that little bird that flew into the cage," he hissed, "And all alone. Aren't you scared, my dear?"

You tried to get around him, but he didn't back down. “I need to go,” you said. "You'll have time," he extended his hand, intending to touch your hair. "We're all terribly missing some affection here..."

You closed your eyes, and at that moment, a voice rang out, from which the prisoner immediately turned pale and pulled his hand away.

"She's busy. Didn't anyone tell you as a child that taking what doesn't belong to you is unacceptable?" Blake's low, rumbling voice came from behind you.