Insatiable Habits

FMRN

🔥Teseo🔥

It's Cecily, I know what she sounds like when she's trying to stifle her hysteria, and what she sounds like when she's sick. I lean against the wall across from the closed door and wait. Wondering why I even care that she can't keep a sip of water down. She will get over her uneasiness and stop the unnecessary puking. Just as my eyes start to close I hear movement down the opposite side of the hall and out comes Diana from the laundry room, she notices me and offers a weak smile, which turns into one of concern when she sees I am waiting and that there is muffled cries on the other side of the bathroom door. She hurries then stops beside me, turns and looks up at me in desperation. "Again?" She whispers concern, hugging herself.

"Apparently..." I return the whisper, gesturing to the door. Her cries have ceased now and the toilet flushes before the sink turns on. Shes done, for now. Diana rubs her arms, still staring at me as if I'm suppose to do something. "Why don't you take her home to rest and..." she pauses, almost apprehensive to suggest I do anything at all. "Please, take her to the doctor or allow me half a day off to take her?" It's then I understand her hesitation, she feared requesting I either help her daughter or allow her time away from the house to help her daughter, herself.

Since I cannot allow her to leave my grandfather, I will make sure that her daughter gets an appointment to figure out whatever it is the makes her sick, other then her constant anxiety. I don't believe it is anything other then a worried stomach. "I will handle it." I hiss quietly as the water turns off, Diana rushes away, leaving me standing across from the bathroom door as it opens.

Her pale face, falls ever paler at the sight of me, her fingers instantly wringing together, fearful or guilty; I cannot place the emotion on her face, she looks like a child who has been caught doing something they have been advised against. "I didn't hear you out here..." her voice is weak and raspy from being sick. I don't make a face, at least I try not to. "I could hear you from out here though." She frowns, down-casting her eyes. Remembering my grandmothers request and Diana's plea, I groan out a sigh "Come on, let's go home. I'll schedule for you to be seen in the morning by Dr Shelby." I reluctantly offer her my hand which she stares at for a few moments before placing her cold, delicate hand into mine.

I tug her along through the house and to the front door, nobody says a word as we move past both Diana and Mama on our path. When we stop at the front door, I pull my hand from hers and grab her coat, extending it to her as she takes it. "Thank you" she mouths and slips into her coat. On our way home, she lets out a strangled sigh "I think I'm fine, I don't want to waste the money on a doctor, I'll get over it!" Her apprehension in seeing this doctor makes me want to push her into it even more. "And I disagree, so the doctor will be here in the morning." I shrug as she shrinks in her coat, following me along the path until we arrive at our front door.

I type in the key code and the door unlocks. Once we are inside and it's just the two of us and the silence of our home. Calling it our home still bothers me, because of Vice's dying wishes I am forced to share it with Cecily. It irritates me less now then it did in the beginning. "I've got some documents to sort through, I'll find you later." she raised her eyes to meet mine and softly nods her head, her hair is a mess, braided but pulled around the front of her shoulder, she braided it in the bathroom while she was ill, I assume. "I'm going to lay down then..." she strips her jacket off and hangs it by the door before leaving me standing in the foyer as she ascends the stairs towards her bedroom.

I keep busy until the late hours of the night, budgeting and moving money. Handing discord among 'my' men. I leave my office and find my room, kick off my shoes into the closet and change into a pair of AU sweats and black t-shirt, I wash up for bed but can't seem to lay down and rest, the need to check on my house-mate drives me to make a silent walk across the archway and to her bedroom. I find the door through the moonlit darkness and see that it is open, inviting. I walk quietly inside, it's cool and a loud fan runs in the corner, her bathroom suit is closed but the light is on inside and bleeds under the door like a nightlight. My eyes quickly find her flat on her back with her arm draped over her eyes in her bed with too many blankets wrapped around her, her sound breathing is soothing, she is such a peaceful and quiet sleeper.