Different Type of Love

7

Cecilia 

December 4, 1945

Once Elodie dropped me off everything became glum. Jean was on my ass. The other nurses I get along with them perfectly. My patients are absolutely splendid. Except Corbin... if he wasn't my brother I'd fucking kill him. But I can't do that. I have to find a way to get him out and I will. I've spent my like looking for him so I'll spend the rest of it getting him out of here. 

"Good morning." I say to everyone I pass, and yes, that includes the wicked, Nurse Jean. And of course, she's the only one who's snarky about saying it back. When I get here, always, I of course check on that girl I found with the gushing gash. She was always thrilled to see me. She's used to seeing me during nights, but she was asleep majority of the time so she missed me quiet often.

Yesterday I guess she thought I was there for extra hours. She rushed to place a big hug on me, she nearly jumped into my arms. 

And yes, I know I'm not supposed to have personal relationships with my patients but it's simply hard. Although, she will not stand in the way of me getting Corbin out of this hell hole, no one will.

I have been ordered to delivered the famous Corbin Jett lunch. Once I step in the dungeon, the officer guarding his cell simply stares me down like I'm the criminal.

"I don't not have all day. Quit the staring and damn open the door." I order, realizing that's a little rude. Just because I've had a Nurse Jean fucked up my day doesn't mean I should fuck up someone else. "Please." I add, hoping it'll come off softer than before. 

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He says. I scoff as he opens the doors. Corbin's cell in at the very end of the hall. I see hit doing push ups on the floor.

"Twenty-three, twenty-four-" He says before I interrupt.

"And twenty-four will be your last until you eat your lunch. Now get off of this filthy floor and eat." I demand. He looks me up and down before finally getting up and snatched his food from my hands. "Watch yourself. Just a reminder, I don't have to get you out of here. But I will because you mean the word to me." I sigh. 

"Right." He says grabbing his pork chop with his hand and biting a piece off. 

"Corbin please. Use utensils, I beg of you." I say, handing him some fron out of my pocket. He scoops a spoon full of Mashes potatoes and stuff his mouth. "I cannot bear watching you eat like an animal." I say, about to walk off.

"Cecilia. Tell me, what plan do you have in mind? To get me out of here. And when, I want to get out of here as soon as possible." He asks. I see his eyes fill of desire. I just smirk and walk off. "Nurse Romero!" He shouts banging in the cell, wanting to come at me. Not to harm me, to simply get answers. 

"What the fuck did you do to him?" The guard asks. I ignore him too and simply walk back up to the actual hospital.

 I knock on Dr. Fanning's door. When I do, I hear crashing, him breathing heavily. 

"J...Just a minute!" He shouts as I hear drawers slam shut. Once he finally opens the door I see him sweating profusely. 

"Goodness, you're perspiring intensely." I say. "Get yourself cleaned up so I can speak to you about something."

"Right, sorry. Okay." He says, rushing to his bathroom and slamming the door behind him. Dr. Fanning is a small Mexican man.

 I can tell something is off. I now had understood how well he did in uncalled for situations. I'll have to work on that. Once he finally steps back out a plant a smile on my face.