The Great Medical Saint

Dean, Drew, Dustin, and Graeme hauled Pierre away. As Pierre struggled to break free, he was blabbering all the foul language imaginable.

He fought back like a 50-year-old woman, laying into the security guards' mothers with all kinds of insults.

As the patients and their families walked by, they shook their heads at this sight. "This person's gone too far. The things he said are horrible."

"Is he really a doctor? He has no manners at all."

"A hospital is meant to help people, not for spitting out all these awful insults. It just drags the whole place down."

"He must've lost his mind. I've never heard anyone swear like that."

The four security guards looked exasperated as if they had been hit with a ton of bricks. They hurried into the elevator.

As the elevator doors closed, they let go of their hands and dropped Pierre on the floor, making the elevator shake.

Pierre clenched his teeth in pain.

"Fuck-" He was still cursing when one of the guards kicked him in the mouth.

Pierre was swearing when the kick interrupted him, and he screamed in pain. He touched his lips and felt something wet and slimy. He raised his hand to check it out and saw that it was covered in bright red blood.

He went nuts and scrambled to his feet. "You're hitting me again, motherfuckers? Come on! Hit me harder. If you don't do it today, I'll fuck your mother."

Dean, Drew, Dustin, and Graeme exchanged glances before charging at Pierre all at once. They pinned him to the floor and started beating him with fists and legs.

He tried to push himself up, but the punches and kicks rained down on him so hard that he couldn't get up.

Pierre's insults got even nastier. "Fuck your mother, fuck your sisters, fuck your dad, and I even fuck your grandparents! W-Who kicked my balls? Screw your entire family."

His cursing became even more miserable, his voice trembling with pain, echoing in the cramped elevator. The thuds of punches and kicks mixed with his screams, making it pretty terrifying.

The elevator kept going up, heading straight to the top floor.

When the elevator door opened, the four guards hauled Pierre out by his legs, as if they were dragging a dead body Blood spilled out of the elevator, leaving a trail down the hallway.

One of the guards snapped, "Shout all you want and curse all you like! There are no patients here. No one is going to hear you, and nobody cares."

Pierre curled up, his hands covering his head. He cursed through the pain, "Damn you! I dare you to kill me! If you all can't take my life, you all are just my pets."

The guards started another round of beating Pierre. Eventually, they were out of breath.

Peirre was sprawled on the ground. He couldn't even hold his head anymore, but he still kept talking.

"Just you wait. I'm counting every punch and every kick you throw. I'm noting it all down, every single one of them."

"You've kicked me 15 times and punched me 24 times, Dean. Then, Drew punched me 15 times and kicked me 30 times.

"You were the worst, Dustin. You kept kicking me, and that's 40 kicks. You kicked me four times and punched me six times.

"Plus, I lost track of 15 kicks and 30 punches. Since I don't know who did it, so I'll count them as coming from all of you. One day, I make sure I'll pay you all back for everything."

Dean shrugged and remarked, "If you can't back up your words, just shut it, Monkey. You talk tough, you get hit harder."

Grame kicked Pierre. "What's the point of keeping track of it? It's been years, and

I haven't seen you throw a punch, you pathetic loser."

Pierre weakly muttered, "Fuck you!

You're alla bunch of wimps, too scared to kill me. As long as I'm still alive, there's a chance. I'll wait for you to die, then I'll dig you up and

beat up your dead body.

"I swear. I'm going to pay you back for every punch and kick you throw at me. If I ever miss any of it, I'll kill myself."noveldrama

Their faces went pale, fear and unease in their eyes. Then, they charged at Pierre again, throwing punches and kicks.