Michael Myers

You were doing your nightly routine. You went from room to room, attending to each patient, delivering their medications and being careful. Soon you arrived at his room, Michael Myers. You entered his room tiredly to give him his medicines. Michael did nothing but watch you; his long, dirty blonde hair fell over his face, and his cold blue eyes peeked out from underneath. You smiled shyly and offered him his pills. At first he didn't take them, he just kept staring at you. You tried to convince him to take them, but he grabbed your wrist, his eyes softening upon feeling the contact.