Eddie Munson - One Shots II

018. The Sound of Silence.

⚠️ ****** WARNING ***** ⚠️
If you haven't seen a Quiet Place Day One yet, this one shot is close to the storyline of the movie.
There may be some spoilers, and movie stills are used of Eric.

Nora

"I don't want to go to a show."

"Okay, moody pants.... Come on, let's just go." I said.

"Why?"

"Sam, it's just a day out. Reuben said that it's a show in the city, everyone's going for the afternoon." I said.

"Hmmmm.... Not selling it to me, I'll be honest."

"Okay, what if there's pizza afterwards?" I bribed.

My sister chuckled then, not fooled in the slightest.

"Reuben said we'd get pizza last time." She argued.

"We had pizza last time." Reuben interjected from the medication counter.

"That was not pizza." Sam argued.

"Okay, okay. Come to the show, and we'll get pizza. Scouts honour." Reuben said.

Sam's ever critical eyes watched him for a moment, before nodding curtly.

"Okay. I'll go get dressed." She said.

"That was a good poem earlier, by the way." Reuben said, as she simply stared at him.

"Was it?" I asked.

"Hey, Sam's expressing herself." Reuben said with a soft chuckle.

"She wrote a poem about how shit everything is, here. Including some of the residents." I argued.

"Because everything is shit." Sam argued.

"Aren't you supposed to be getting dressed?" I asked her, with a motherly tone.

"I'm going." Sam said, raising her hands in surrender.

"Are you carrying her meds today?" Reuben asked, as I nodded, handing him a wash bag.

"Yeah, I'll take them." I answered.

Whilst he packed the wash bag, I stared down the hall she'd not long walked down, and sighed softly.

"Is she okay, Reuben?" I asked him.

"She's behaving exactly how I'd expect someone to, with terminal cancer, Nora. Critical, cynical, irritated." He assured me.

"She's always been that way." I argued, as he chuckled softly.

"She's absolutely fine then." He said, as I chuckled myself.

"Okay, I've packed a few extras of everything. You never know when there's going to be an extra bad day." He added, sliding the full wash bag back over the counter to me.

"Thanks." I said, stuffing it in my tote bag.

"You're hardly a tourist." He said, noting the 'I love NYC' logo.