Achieving Heaven Through Hell Part 3: Only the Results

Chapter 12: Synchronicity

Chapter 12: Synchronicity

Charlie straightened her bowtie as she approached her new patient's room. While she was certainly going to be more lenient with him, this was definitely going to be a dressing-down. While she didn't doubt that innocent little Moonchild had been taken advantage of, she needed to dissuade this sort of behavior in the future. She had cooled off some since her initial explosion, already feeling the dull throb of regret and embarrassment for her lapse in demeanor, but she had enough to worry about without her very own staff actively corrupting her patients!

"Speak of the devil..." Charlie grumbled.

Niffty was standing outside Moonchild's door, her ear pressed against the carved oak.

"Niffty," said Charlie, her tone icy. "Don't you have somewhere else to be?"

"Not really, kitchen's clean," said the little insect demon, ear still to the door. "Awful quiet in there."

"Niffty." Charlie's tone was low and icy. "Be somewhere else."

Niffty went stiff and stepped away from the door like it was red-hot, her eye wide. "I-I-I was just–"

"Leaving." Charlie made for the door, reaching for the knob.

"Wait! He's not alone in there!" Niffty said, her tone urgent. "Moonie's spending some quality time with his girlfriend~"

Charlie stopped, processing this new information, before shaking her head and grasping the doorknob.

"I'm being serious!" Niffty exclaimed, smiling lasciviously. "Moonie's in there with a girl~!"

"Niffty, that's ridiculous! We're on that fifth floor, the hotel's locked down, if anyone got in we'd know." Charlie knocked and opened the door, peering in for a moment before turning off the light, closing the door and stepping back, her eyes wide. "That's Octavia Goetia."

"Pretty name," Niffty said, rubbing her cheeks. "And such lovely bone-structure."

"Prince Stolas' daughter is here, sleeping with one of my patients," said Charlie, flabbergasted, her hands to her face.

"Lucky! They sure are quiet lovemakers," Niffty said, before smiling and sighing wistfully. "Probably too busy smooching to make all those crude noises! How romantic!"

"What? No! I mean, they're both in there, asleep!" Charlie said, a little too loudly, before lowering her voice. "Clothes on. Get your mind out of the gutter!"

"No~" Niffty giggled, a fluorescent blush in her cheeks. "I'm picturing it! Lookit me go! I think I ship it!"

"Don't you ship it!"

"Imma ship it!"

"No! Do you understand what this means?!" Charlie hissed.

"...They'd make beautiful children?"

"No... Well, they would pretty cute, but no! If Stolas finds out she's here, and if what we've heard about him is true... and if I know my father... either way, there could be some very bad trouble coming our way so long as she's here."

Niffty blinked and looked at the door to Moonie's room. "Want me to kick her out?"

"No, no, just... I need to sleep on this." Charlie sighed and rubbed her temples, suddenly very tired. "Any more disastrous news to drop on me tonight?"