Wicked Souls

26

"It's not fair," I pouted.

He smiled gently once more as he saw me pouting, it seemed like this was my go-to response whenever something negative happened, and he figured that's how I usually acted. He chuckled softly as he found it slightly amusing to realize this but he still maintained the gentle expression on his face when he spoke.

"I know...I know that it's not fair. Sickness isn't something you choose to have or deal with, sometimes it just happens and it can be bothersome," He replied softly.

I sneezed, rubbing aggressively at my nose "But the nurse will tell me to stay in my room, I won't be able to come to your office,".

He noticed how I suddenly sneezed as my cold developed even further and I rubbed rather hastily and aggressively at my nose. There was no doubt that I was developing a bad cold alongside my fever as I felt like it was increasing in intensity.

"We'll simply have to arrange for me to come into your room to check up on you," He spoke calmly and gently as he let out a breath. This was a reasonable solution in this situation, my cold was only worsening so I really shouldn't be moving around too much now.

"Please," I said softly.

He could see how I was trying to persuade him with that simple word, I wanted to see him in my room rather than visiting his office. So he smiled gently once more and he decided to agree with the proposition.

"It'll be no problem...I'll check up on you in your room instead," He replied gently and calmly, this would allow me to relax in the comfort of my bed while he came in to do his check-up.

"You promise?" I asked.

He smiled gently once more and he nodded his head at me.

"I promise," He replied peacefully and calmly, he made this promise to me so he would ensure that he would be there to check on me in my room now that it was decided that he would be going there rather than me coming to his office.

The next day, I was back in my room having a nap, one of the workers told Harrow that I didn't have any breakfast or lunch.

He was busy helping another patient when one of the workers approached him and informed him of the fact that I had missed both breakfast and lunch. He stopped what he was doing and he started to get slightly concerned, he wondered why I would miss out on both breakfast and lunch. He now decided to go check up on me immediately just in case this was a sign of something rather negative.

He left the other patient and he made his way over to my room with slight urgency. He knew now that he had to check up on me since it was now clear that I hadn't eaten anything that day, which was rather worrisome with the cold and fever that I already had. He was quite concerned as to why I hadn't eaten anything today and he had to find out.

Once he got to the front door of my room, he knocked on it gently once twice and he said my name softly.

"Aella..." He said gently. He was trying to call out to me slowly and softly rather than suddenly calling my name and scaring me. He wanted to give me a chance to respond before he came into my room.

I mumbled as I started to wake up from my slumber "I'm not hungry,".

It was rather concerning that I was claiming that I wasn't hungry when I hadn't eaten anything all day, my appetite didn't seem to exist today at all. He knew that there had to be something wrong with me if I wasn't hungry at all and he had to figure it out.

"You still need to eat something though," He spoke gently and calmly as he spoke to me through the door. He still wasn't going to come in right away as he wanted to continue to give me a chance to speak more.

"I'm not hungry," I repeated.

He grew even more concerned with my response now, the fact that I kept repeating the same sentence as I did in my first response showed him that I may be dealing with something. I wasn't being rational here at all, which suggested that I may have something wrong today. He decided to continue to speak to me through the door for now.

"Okay then, but could I just come in and chat with you?"

"Yeah,".

He heard me say that and it seemed like I was allowing him to come into my room now. So he took that as the green light and he opened the door and gently stepped inside my room. He quickly moved over to my side as he took notice of how I was lying inside the bed, I was still obviously sick and it seemed like I had become even more tired now. This wasn't a good sign at all, he figured that I might've been dealing with more symptoms.

I looked up at him "I'm not eating,".

"I know..we've established that...but the fact that you haven't eaten all day is a problem, you're sick so you still need to eat something," He spoke gently and calmly as he moved over to my bedside and he took a seat down next to me.

"I'm not eating that food," I turned over onto my side with my back to him.

He grew slightly more concerned when I turned away from him, it seemed that I was deliberately refusing to face him. He knew this meant that I was hiding something as most people didn't just turn away when engaging in conversation.

"You don't want to eat the food that they serve here?" He asked calmly and gently as he wanted to understand more of why I wasn't eating today, not even once all day.

"I don't like it,".

"So what do you prefer then? What food do you like instead of the one they serve here?" He asked gently and calmly...but there was still this feeling that I may be trying to hide something. What I was saying now seemed too shallow as a response, so he figured that there was more to it.