“Better ourselves?” Evidently, Nate was over the lectures and the way the staff thought that it was appropriate to talk to him that way, A strong distaste for Kennedy was stirring within the pot of Whitman destruction. Who did she think she was trying to tell him how to run his life? He wasmore successful than she would ever be - after all, she was a lowly nurse. The bitch hadn’t even gone through the entirety of med school. She was basically a failed doctor. “The onlyperson that needs bettering is you.”
“What do I do around here?” The topic alone changed his entire demeanor. Not that he wasconceited, but he did enjoy talking about himself, especially his juvenile delinquencies. “I wreak havoc, unplug shit in patient’s rooms, ruin people’s lives, see who I can hurt, sneak out at night when I flush my Ambien. Shit, a lot of things. I keep myself busy. I’m waiting for the renovators to come by so I can sign the contract to revamp Brielle.” Precious time was being wasted, rapidly. If the contractors waited any longer, they’d be working when the bad weather hit, and Nate hated the cold of winter.
Kennedy could feel the annoyance radiating off of him after her response. She only felt as though everyone should work towards bettering themselves and she was no exception. She wasn’t having the attitude that was written about in his file, “True, but who’s the one in Brielle? That’s right, you. Maybe you should consider not acting like a giant dick to every person you meet that may say something that rubs you the wrong way. I can be your friend or make your life harder, it’s your choice. I’m certain you’ll choose the latter”
“Sounds about what your file says. I just wanted to hear you say it, it’s good to know at least you own up to your misbehaviour.” She wanted to help the boy but he clearly had no desire to be helped and she wasn’t going to put anymore effort into it. When he was ready, she’d try again but not until then. “Anything else, Nate?”
