Cass was delighted to hear that Dr. Gautron was willing to give her some food. At this point, she was starving - and could pretty well settle for whatever he had offered her. Leftovers, unhealthy take out food, she was able to work with anything.
"I've got this leftover Caeser salad from my lunch yesterday. Is that f-" Dr. Gautron began.
"YES! I mean, yes, that's fine with me. Sorry for yelling." Cass thanked gleefully.
Dr. Gautron walked over to the examination table and sat the salad beside her, with a black plastic fork sitting on top of it. Cass was curious to hear more about his history, but she had to worry about filling her gut first before anything. She opened the salad container and started to eat the shredded cheese, bacon bit, and crouton filled salad. Dr. Gautron slipped off his lab coat and placed it in the wheeled chair he was about to sit in. His bony shoulders prominently stuck out of his periwinkle blue dress shirt. He opened up the wrapper of a granola bar and started to take a bite out of it, and pulled his phone out of his pocket.
"So. Tell me more about yourself." Cass dared playfully, trying to break the ice. She took another piece of lettuce out of the container and ate it.
"Huh? But we've only known each other for 15 minutes.." he insisted.
"Oh well. Just go on. I can tell you more about me afterwards, if you want."
"Well.. Okay. I grew up in France, with 2 siblings and living in a nice house. My mother was a lovely woman, she was much into philosophy. A realist, too. She would often times write books about her thoughts about the world and all, how we came to existance, et cetera. She sold many of her books and became famous in France." Dr. Gautron explained. He paused to take another bite out of his granola bar. Once he swallowed it, he continued.
"My father, on the other hand? Complete opposite. It still bewilders me to this day how those two got along. Anyways, he was a poet- his poems often came from his everlasting, vivid imagination, and he often had very unrealistic dreams. He became a very famous poet in France, too. Together, my parents made millions of dollars. Because they ended up making so much money, they figured that their children would choose the same path as them and end up being rich like them. They enforced us to take English and art related studies all throughout school - however, my real passion was with science. I excelled in it. Every time I came to science class, I was always ready and excited to learn new things. And now, here I am. Working for the government, still making quite a large amount of money." he explained. His russet brown eyes darted over to his phone that was lit up. He had recieved a text message from Dr. Flax.
"Oh! Looks like I have to take over again. I have to organize all of the homeless that we took in. Can't be losing anyone, can we?" he remarked. Dr. Gautron grabbed his lab coat off of his chair, stuffed his phone back into his pocket, and ate the rest of the remaining granola bar in one bite.
Cass started getting flashbacks of arriving this place she considered Hell. Words that Dr. Gautron had said to hear repeated in her head in a menacing, evil voice. "Organize all of the homeless." The phrase vaguely reminded her of Nazi Germany taking in all of the Jewish and exterminating them, one by one. Or when the Europeans came over to New York. Or when-
Cass' thoughts were interrupted when Dr. Gautron said something. She was still deep in thought when he said it, so she didn't hear most of what he said. The words that stuck out the most were "don't", "back" and "soon". She assumed the whole phrase was "Don't touch anything. I'll be back soon."
"Yeah, okay. Will do." she muttered, looking down at her knees.
The door closed, but not all the way. Dr. Gautron came back for a moment and closed it securely. He then whisked away like a horse at the races. Cass frowned a little. She hopped off the examination table and threw away her salad container, and walked over to the room Milo was in. She didn't bother to open it because she knew everything would be locked anyway. Instead, she peered in to see Milo facing away from her, breathing slowly. She assumed he was having a nap.
'Poor thing, he needed one badly. He's been through too much already.' she thought.
Cass walked away from the room Milo was in. She sat back up on the examination table and started to swing her legs back and forth.
'Ugh. Gautron's probably going to be gone for a couple hours, at the least. I've got to find something to do, even though I was told not to touch anything. Forget it. I can't resist the urge.'
She slid off the table again and started looking for something to read. Encyclopedias, newspapers, old safety regulation papers, maybe Dr. Gautron had some old Sudoku books laying around that he never completed. Anything would satisfy her at this point. She spotted an old encyclopedia about organisms from A-Z, but each book was divded by letter. She pulled out the one that she thought would be the thickest and take the most time to read, which was "L". She took advantage of Dr. Gautron's absence and sat in his comfy, wheeled chair, and began to read.
