Nurse Dear: Torture Scene

The pain seared through his foot like a flower unfolding its blossoms for the first time in space. He screamed. The scream died quickly, as he bit it off when he saw the face of the woman leaning over him. A nurse, he thought at first, but what sort of bloody nurse wore black latex to the operating table. And eyeliner. And really heavy jewelry. And inch-long press-on nails? He found out a minute later when she pressed her nails against his foot. He didn't scream this time. A quick inhale of air was all the nurse could hear. She pouted, vamping a disappointed moue in his direction. He managed a shrug before the pain cut into his shoulders. Sorry, love, he thought, but I only have to be tortured...I don't have to bloody well entertain you as well, now, do I?


Inspiration: My foot really frickin' hurts. It hurts to walk. It hurts to not walk. I think it's swelling up too.
Story Potential: None.
Finished Length: None.
Notes: This isn't a story. It's a brief and very unpleasant moment in this man's life. Despite the "flowers in space" beginning, it really isn't science fiction either. It's possible that this would fit somewhere eventually, but this tidbit of writing alone doesn't lead anywhere interesting.