tip-ex (mi's side)

Tip-ex

I could not answer Dr. Jordan’s question because fleetingly, for a micro-second, I had envisioned my self un-clicking the seat belt and throwing my self out of the moving car but it had been exactly that a tiny moment nothing more yet they had foreseen it coming, they new all my moves and I felt sick.

“Some of the staff are doing a room search and they will want to do a strip search of you when they are done, somehow you managed to get hold of a pensile sharpener and we don’t know how; we also don’t know weather you got any more.” Doctor Jordan said as he kept right by my side as we approached the door of the unit his eyes constantly glancing over me looking for signs of weather I was going to make a run for it and I almost did as he explained to me what my welcome back gift was going to be.

“I don’t have another blade.” I said flatly trying hard to hide the anger in my voice and the deep regret that I hadn’t swiped another one off of his desk when I had had the chance to however I now new were they where and I imagined my appointments would him would increase so there would be a lot of chances.

“I can’t take your word on that Mi there has all ready been an investigation into how such a thing was aloud to have happened and because I am your consultant a lot of that was about interrogating me and I won’t be allowing it to happen again.” Doctor Jordan said his voice raiding above what it normally was like he was on the verge of yelling at me. Of course I then saw what it all come down to in his eyes. All the meetings, the observations and all the room searches. The only reason he cared that I was now walking back to the unit with him and not cold in the ground was because that would have left a black mark next to his name he would never have been able to tip-ex over.