AHS One Shots {Tumblr Version}

Lost In A Maze

Part 2 to Wounds And All

Weeks passed.

Weeks without a visit to his beloved nurse. He learnt to control himself and his stupid temper.

But still, he wanted them. He wanted to say hello, and just see that small smile again.

Kit supposed that constantly hurting himself to see their working hands wasn't a good thing. It couldn't've been a good thing. His heart was always promised to another.

Damn that to heck!

Kit wanted the nurse. To see the small smile that appears when he agrees with their words. To see the way they work so efficiently and quickly. An angel at their craft. But, now he had a good streak. A sweet streak of being a good boy in the asylum. Maybe if he...no! Doing anything to see that nurse would mean losing that streak.

Would he really risk breaking into the nurse's office just to see them in the night?

Yes.

He would.

Kit's plan was stupid. Wildly stupid, and would get him in solitary for months on end. So foolish and silly that the nurse might just hate him for the rest of his time here at Briarcliff. "Kit?" A sleepy voice asked at the sound of a shutting door. They speak! Speak again, bright angel... "Kit it's really late. W-what are you doing here..?"

"I needa to see you, nurse. Real bad." I'm wounded in love and need to taste your lips on mine. No. Too lovesick.

"y-you could have asked one of the guards to bring you in here or have me visit you.."

"no." He shook his head and sat himself on his already weak, frail knees on the floor of the bed. "I-I'm lost without ya nurse. I can't lie to myself anymore."

A tilt of their head. Confusion as an explanation was trying to be racked in their brain. Why would he be lost? Because of the treatment? Because of Dr.Threadson? "You're lost?" Was their response. Quiet, confused, sleepy. They couldn't think properly, it felt like 4 in the morning. All Kit could muster was a nod, his weepy eyes eventually meeting the nurse's eyes. Even through darkness, they could sense his silent cries and his desire for affection.

Their hands pulled Kit's face closer. Their hands wandered his cheeks and pulled him up onto their bed. Despite the coldness of the asylum, the both of them were warm, pressing themselves close as Kit's face pressed into their shoulder. Eventual kisses desperately wander around their shoulder and neck, trailing up to their sweet lips. Slowly reciprocating his physical pleas for touches and kisses. A sudden need, and wandering hands.

Quiet, panting and aching. For what felt like forever. His rough-worked hands attempting to slip past their sleeping gown. Their hands also worked and slightly calloused, slipped down his back, about to tug it up. "Nurse.." Ah.

Sister Mary Eunice. The both of them knew what was about to happen. Kit was promptly pulled into the guards' protection, thrashing like he did when he arrived. Staying there as Sister Eunice pulled the nurse up, and slapped them over and over. Harsh hands were thrown around their face. This punishment wasn't enough. Not enough for the Devil. Being thrown onto their knees in front of the already weeping inmate, and pulled up to look at him by their hair. "Your precious, tasty nurse here, will in fact be fired. And you, Mr.Walker, solitary. 2 months. That sounds fair, doesn't it?"

No. No, it didn't. The both of them couldn't help themselves. Kit's new reputation was now thrown out. And the nurse was on the streets. His precious nurse. His darling nurse was the only one who treated him nicely. Treated him like the human they knew he was. The few words spoken between them were the kind words he needed to survive.

Thrown away because the devil knew.

All were thrown away because the devil couldn't help but give in to some temptation.