Treat

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You make your visit to Brenner's office short and simple. You drop off your papers from the group session and let out a sigh of relief when you find out that he wasn't in his room.

You exit Brenner's office to find Peter politely waiting for you, and he gives you a tender smile.

"Where to next, Dove?"

You refuse to tell him your next location and advise him to just follow you to which he obeys. Judging from his face, you can tell he's quite amused by you. You think he finds this little "adventure" thrilling.

You two keep walking until you reach the door completely across the Rainbow Room.

It was labeled with a thin silver plaque. 

"Eleven's room?" Peter asks, and you nod.

"You know she's not in there, right, sweetheart? All the children are in the Rainbow Room right now," Peter said. You blush at the new nickname, but it doesn't stop you from opening the door.

You enter 011's room. It was so small. All it had was a bed and a small, metal table next to it. The rooms for the employees at least had a little more room, but God, these rooms for the children feel so suffocating. 

You can feel Peter peer into the room behind you. 

You reach down into your front pocket, revealing a torn piece of paper. It was ripped off of one of the corners from the sheet you used to document the group session. 

You set the small paper down on 011's bed along with one piece of taffy from the testing room.

You smile, completely proud of your work, and leave the room. Peter gives you a confused stare and enters the room, wanting to know what you did. His eyes glaze over each aspect of the young child's room, and it stops as soon as they reach the bed.

Peter crouches down. He notices the taffy and lets out a smile. His eyes then focus on the paper under it. He picks it up and realizes that you wrote on it.

'I noticed Papa forgot to give you one, so here! You did well, Eleven.'

He glances at your messy signature on the bottom that's accompanied with a rushed smiley face.

"You warm my heart, little Dove."



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