Different Type of Love

24

Cecilia 

December 10 1945

Until my shift begins I decide to clean up around. I head to the dungeon and check on Corbin, I clean the storage room, the kitchen, the tables and some empty room.

All of a sudden I feel myself gasping for air. It's dark, so like any person would do, I open my eyes. I lift head from whatever it was on and I look around, confused and lost.

"Whoa! Calm down." Easton laughs.

"Huh?" I mutter, rubbing my eyes. 

"You were telling me about your day, and how you were up since 4:23 and barely got any sleep. Then you started telling me about what you did once you go here."

"I did?" 

"Yes Cecilia." He laughed. "It's lunch, and after you filled me in, your head slowly fell to my shoulder and you began to doze off. I decided not to wake you up because just listening to your day make me feel exhausted." 

"Oh, well thank you." I get up, stretching my sore, tense body. "Wait! Did I feed everyone?" I frantically ask.

"Yes."

"Gave them medicine?"

"Yes." 

"Treated Claudette's wound?"

"Yes, without a problem." He smiles. I sigh. 

"How about Corbin? Did I feed him?"

"Uh- no. Margaret did." 

"Of course she did." I roll my eyes. I yawn. "I'm heading down there to give him his medicine. Or did she do that already too?"

"No, she didn't." He laughs. I nod and get up.

"Well then excuse me." I say getting up, throw away my food due to not being too hungry. I grab a glass and run the sink for some water before heading to the medicine room and grabbing his prescribes pills. 

When I walk out I shut the door behind myself. I look down the hall and see what looks to be Nurse Jean with Dr. Fanning. He always seems to be in a cold sweat. Although, Nurse Jean is smiling and what seems to be making joking. 

I turn the corner and head for the dungeon. With a glass of water in my left hand and his pills in my right. The guard gives me a polite nod before opening up these gates. I walk through and make my way to Corbin's cage with is the furthest there is.

"Hello again, sister." He smiles.

"Don't call me that." I scoff.

"But you're my sister?"

"Lower your voice or I'll do it for you, you understand?" I growl. "And I know I am but I'm not proud enough to flaunt that right now." I give him his water and his pills. As I slip my arms back from between the bars her grabs one and pulls me.

"What the hell!" I exclaim, his grasp is strong and so is his eye contacts. 

"When am I getting out of here?"

"Before Christmas." I huff, pulling my arms back and massaging my arm which is now in pain.

"Where the hell have you been?"

"Not here." I laugh. 

"Nurse Margaret told me that you were in the newspaper. Some man at-"

"I'm sure she did, but I can't stay for conversation. I've really got to go, alright?" I roll my eyes, snatching the glass and platter from his hands and walking away.