Knock before you Enter
"Ah, no, I apologize." The woman's features curved into a sympathetic frown. "I rang up his parents and they've since taken him home... Yes, I know, it was sudden. ... His injuries were more severe than I thought, I wish I could have done more."
Raspbel was currently on the phone with a rather distressed camp councilor. Another student had gone home with injuries from camp, which was concerning to most of the adults there. Of course they went to the resident nurse's aid. The nurse had called in sick part way through the trip, with food poisoning from what Raspbel had said. Whenever they asked to see her, the strawberry blonde would respond by shaking her head and sighing sadly.
"She's in no condition to be talking," Ms. Preserves would insist. "I'll send her your regards, though!" and then she'd shoo them out with a little wave of her hand and an apologetic smile.
She let out a long sigh and hung up the phone after saying her goodbyes and good nights. The nurse's aid then peeked out from behind the shades of her office and glanced around the now desolate campground, a small smile curving onto her face. She pulled the shades down further and properly pushed the door shut, before turning and trudging in the general direction of not her own room, but an unused examination room towards the back of the nurse's cabin.
She turned the knob and pulled the door open and soundlessly stepped inside, pulling the wooden door shut behind her. Her small smile broadened when a fearful little whimper sounded from the other side of the room. Raspbel's lidded gaze traveled across the spotless wooden floor that was eventually covered by a plastic tarp. On that clear plastic tarp was a steadily-growing pool of blood. She followed that blood trail up to the side of a cot and her eyes eventually landed on the form of a young boy.
The blood was coming from a particularly large gash in the upper thigh of his left leg. It spanned 'round the circumference of his entire leg and was deep enough to almost touch bone. She'd done that much work with a mere medical scalpel and some scissors, it was likely the woman was going to have to use something much different if she wanted to get through bone. Removing that leg (and the rest of his limbs for that matter) wasn't an option- she couldn't hide him away with the rest of the bodies if she didn't hack him up.
Her smile curved into something sinister as she stepped a little closer to the cowering child. Her foot easily avoided the pool of blood on the tarp- it was crumpled in a way that kept most of the liquid constrained to one area so she wouldn't have to worry about getting evidence on her shoes and her pant legs. Raspbel lifted a dainty hand to grab hold of the handle to a rusted bone saw and slowly drew it towards herself.
"Now, then." The woman was looming over the sniffling boy at this point. "I should hope you'll learn to knock before you come in after this, dear." She managed to work the jagged blade of the saw into the gash of his leg. The teeth of the saw pressed hungrily against bare bone. "It was very rude of you to walk in on me last time."
There was a sadistic glow in her eyes as she jerked the tool forward and slowly drew it backwards like a bow would be drawn across the string of a violin. It was a gentle, graceful movement. Her fingers were lightly curved into the perfect bow hold as her movements became more and more violent as she worked her way through the young child's femur.
Her deep brown gaze never once pulled away from her entree's face.
He looked on at her with terror, and she looked back at him with a smile that only broadened as life flickered out of the boy's eyes.
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Things were cleaned up by the next morning. Raspbel was back to work in her office- helping with giving out bandaids for scratches, tending to bruises, checking temperatures, ensuring the children were healthy- things of that nature. The disappearance of one of the young campers wasn't commented on often, but when it was she'd answer them, quite simply.
"He's not in any condition to be talking, dear. I'm sure he's safe back home."