Different Type of Love

12

Cecilia

December 7, 1945

We arrive at the institution and I wait before stepping out. I take deep breathes, readying myself for nurse Jean, Margaret, and Corbin. I close my eyes and inhale then exhale longer. It's going to be a long day but it'll over and worth it when I get off.

"You look like you've already had a rough day." Elodie tells me. I sigh and step out. 

"Thank you for driving me." I say. As I am about to close the door, I hear her say something in a soft tone.

"No goodbye kiss?" She asks, with a presumptuous smirk. I get in the car, place one knee on the seat and place a kiss on her lips. My lips linger near hers, she grab the back of my head, my hair out through out her fingers. 

I place my hand between her legs to get a little more comfortable and the other on her face. I felt her tongue hit mine. It shocked me, to say the least so I flinched. I finally pull back and locked eyes with her. She simply smirked and gazed at me. I feel myself get flustered and hot. I clear my throat then get out of the car. I then walk to the front of the car and she does the same.

"Elodie, what are you doing?" I ask, barley moving my lips so it doesn't look like I'm speaking to her.

"My husband. We have another meeting with the press and Dr. Fanning. I cannot stay long so  use your time with me efficiently, my love." She says with a smirk. I stop and turn red. She passes me, lifting my head with her index finger as she passes me, blowing me a kiss and winking her eye at me. She then walks in with a bright smile.

"Hi, baby! Oh, how I missed you." She says, giving the governor a kiss. He returns the favor.

"It's hasn't been that long, my love. We just took separate cars." Although his voice is muffled by the closed door, I still manage to hear his roaring voice. I then walk inside. That is when everybody turns to me, flashing camera in my face and all around me. I can't do anything except smile and wave. I try to get through the mob if people bombarding me with question no should have to answer. 

"Oh my!" Elodie exclaimed, I can't see her but I see everybody turn around, gasping, pushing through each other for snap a picture of her. Once they get my attention off of me, I try and poke my head around the crowd to see if she's okay. She looks good, really good, so I finally escape. 

I make my round and of course, start with the girl whose hand was sliced open, Claudette. I head odd faint noises as I walk down the hallway. When I knock on her door and open it just a crack I slip my head through, I see her fixing her dress, nearly sweating, and breathing heavily. Her face is like a tomato. 

Her bed is a complete mess, her sheets are almost entirely on the ground. I see a piece of blonde hair sticking out from under, it's familiar. Very familiar. 

"Odelia, get up." I demand, folding my arms and raising an eyebrow. She slowly, but surely gets up from under the bed. I see the look of guilt on both of their faces. "Odelia, out." I snap, breathing heavily. I'm not sure why, I am sure then I don't want Claudette going down that path. She's so young and has her whole life ahead of her.

"Nurse, I-" she beings.

"Out!" I shout at her. She quickly runs out of room. That's when I finally realize, she spoke to me. I sigh and look at Claudette. She is still in the bed, she looks disappointed in a way. Although I do feel terrible for what just happened, I'm afraid it's for the best. I give Claudette her stimulants and walk out. After I make it down the hall, I hear a door open and shut behind me. I don't turn around until I hear Easton's voice calling my name.