Different Type of Love

26

Cecilia

December 17 1945

It's been a week since I've cut off all contact from Elodie, and stood Easton up. I can tell he's still upset with me. Must I mention it was completely an accident. I mean sort of. I was aware I still had a "date" but I literally couldn't bring myself to meet him in the state I was in. I was so... depressed is the word I think they're using now? But I was so depressed I couldn't even do basic things like eat, shower, used the bathroom.. it was miserable. 

I've apologized, plenty if times because I really did feel bad at the time. Only because I got caught up with that ridiculous note and didn't tell him I wasn't in the mood to go out, not because I felt bad for not go or wanting out in general.

If I must be completely honest, I'm starting to a tad bit feel shallow. Like nothing really matters to me, not even getting Corbin out. Now, that's not entirely Elodie's fault. 

Corbin has, more recently, been acting like a jerk. I've noticed he's only happy after Margaret visits him. She usually comes around before I give him his pills. 

The day she wasn't here he was so needy and rude. What in the hell had she done to him. Once he gets out of here I hope she'll take him in so I won't have to.

"Romero!" Shouts Easton as he snaps his fingers. I feel my heart skip a beat.

"What?!" I shout back, shaken up. Squeezing the glass in my hands.

"God. I've been calling your name for eons. Dr. Fanning has ordered you to go see him." I look at the cup and place it down, confused on why I grabbed it. I place it on the table in front of me. 

I simply nod and grab my tea which is sitting on the table before me, next to the empty glass I just set down.

"Easton. I just wanted to apologize again fo-"

"He wants to see you now." He growls. I take a sip and I groan as I get to my feet, staring him in his eyes.

"Don't be ignorant." I snap. I put my tea back on the table and make my way toward his office. 

"Don't be conceited." He snapped back. I can't help but laugh.

"Me? Conceited? How?" I turn back with my arms crossed and eye brow raised.

"You believing I'll just run back after you stood me up! Well guess what? You'te alology doesn't change a thing. I mean, I guess you've realized I'm not coming back so that's why you're apologizing, huh?" I feel my eye twitch. I take a deep breath and chuckle. 

"I didn't make it because I ran into an emergency with Elodie-"

"It's always you and her!" He shout. I clench my fists and turn my back.

"Right, it'll never be you and I so get that out of your head jackass." I breath.

Once I make it down the doctor's hall I fell like puking. It still has this terrible stench of rotting meat and vomit. Every step closer the stronger it gets. The more unbearable it gets.

Once I finally reached his door and opened it, it was like a slap in the face. It takes everything in me not to gag. The smell was worse and what I saw was quite the sight to see.

I saw Dr. Fanning slowly look up at me. His eyes are filled. He's on the middle of the floor and has an unconscious child in his hands and they are both surrounded by blood. I think it's safe to say that niño is dead. 

I guess the rotting meat smell is from a corpse. Not this one in particular. This is fresh, the blood hasn't even dried yet.

I look around and see a few things broken, I'm guessing that boy put up a fight. Goodness this is hard to see but I can't break down in this very moment. Although I feel terrible for this young man, I've got to fix this mess up.