Candy | MouthWashing Game Curly X OC

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The first bit of light peeked out as Beatrice unwrapped his bandage. It was the first time he was able to see since surgery.
"And... there we go!"
He could see. His eye slowly wandered from the floor, the bedding, the walls. To the caretaker in front of him.
She didn't look like what he thought. Very white hair, wavy and almost poofy, her brown eyes and heart shaped lips. Beatrice was focused on his skin it seemed, and her brows were furrowed slightly. Curly winced his new eyelid slightly. It felt stiff.

"It's healing really well," she murmured, "would you like to see?" She asked.
Curly thought a moment before he nodded. Beatrice smiled. She had dimples.
She grabbed a small mirror and held it up. Curly looked at himself.

His face was scarred badly, like someone smeared paint. His eyelid had many stitchings and looked puffy and had pus on some edges with bruising. His blue eye seemed brighter around all the nastiness.
Curly stifled a groan.
His lips looked just as bad, although they were in an intense healing process. He saw his other eye was completely gone and his eyelid was limp as nothing held it up. Where his nose should be looked like a skeleton nose almost.
Curly brought his left limb up to motion to his empty eye socket.
Beatrice looked at him for a moment before she understood, placing the mirror back down.

"You could put in a glass eye if you'd like when you're healed up," she explained. Curly looked at her slowly. He motioned to the bandages she held. "I'll have to put it back on, yes."
He nodded.
He was happy she understood him so easily. She just knew.
"The kindness you aren't deserving of."

"I'll just prepare these new bandages. Soon, you'll be able to talk occasionally," Beatrice said. 

He hasn't talked in months. A year. The last thing he spoke about was...

"Forget it."

The cool feeling of Beatrice putting the bandages back on his face made him snap out of his deep thoughts. She had wrapped it around his head, her soft hand holding under his jawline, and wrapped it once over his forehead. He studied her face as she was so focused on her task. His skin didn't horrify her or disgust her.

"Your skin was worse with Anya. And now look where she is. You're forgetting her."

Curly shivered. "She couldn't even give me pills."

"You know why she couldn't give you the pills..."

"Are you cold, Curly?" Beatrice asked. He looked at her. She was hesitating on putting the last wrap around his eye. She seemed to look straight into his soul almost. Curly huffed.


                                                                               Beatrice

His eye seemed to search for an answer in my eyes. He had sighed and gave a sick expression, his eyebrows worried and his shoulders went a little limp. I gave a half-hearted smile. "You just seemed chilly with how you shivered and all," I explained. I finished wrapping the bandage, making sure his eyelid was closed, as I concealed his sight once again. In a week or two he would be able to have them off and finish the healing process. Frankly, it didn't look horrible but just had a lot of trauma and needed time to heal.

Curly leaned back and relaxed under my touch as I secured the last bandage ending. I wrote down a note in his papers the time it was changed and then also wrote when he needed to take his medicine. "Are you ready for dinner?" I asked. Curly perked up slightly and nodded. I smiled bigger at his cooperative actions and then stood up. "I'll be right back," I said and turned to walk out, leaving him on the chair since I'll be spoon-feeding him in a moment.

 Going down the stairs, I spotted Tina walking past with fresh laundry in her hand. Most likely a resident's jacket or shirt. "O-M-G, Bea," she squealed. I stifled a groan and looked at her with raised eyebrows to invite her to continue the conversation. She followed me into the kitchen.
"You know what is so funny? Lynn tried to talk to Curly and he just would not talk to her." I poured some of the soup into a bowl and then popped it in the microwave to control how hot it would be. 
"I think he's a little behind on talking until his lips heal completely. Plus, he had lots of smoke damage to his lungs that never got proper care until he was found," I said, tapping my foot impatiently. Tina made a clicking noise with her tongue like she was thinking.
"You think that's why he's so quiet?"

I took the soup out when the machine beeped and stuck my pinky in, making sure it was only warm. I placed it on the metal tray nearby with a silicone straw and then a small water bottle with an extra straw. "I know that's why he's so quiet," I said and picked up the tray. Tina followed as I walked out.

"Do you think he's guilty? They found proof he was just a vegetable there for months and not even involved in all the killings; but that's just a theory."

I furrowed my brows at her insensitive wording but continued up the stairs. "I don't know, I haven't checked any of the news or reports," I honestly answered. Tina scoffed.
"He looked really handsome before the crash. It's a shame how something can change your life so easily and quickly... but I guess that's what he signed up for!"

I bit my bottom lip to refrain from answering in a mean way.
"I don't think he expected an explosion or whatever to happen," I finally managed to say in a calm tone. Tina let out a small 'oh that's true' before making a turn into a different room, talking to herself about the case. I shook my head and then walked into Curly's room. He still sat there, a little limper. He perked up when I walked in. 

"Made with... love," I said, giggling to myself and setting the homemade soup down. Curly straightened his back and let out a small gruff noise. I was unsure if this was a laugh or a scoff. I put the straw in the bowl and then lifted it to his lips, letting him have control if he wanted a sip or not.

"Have you met Tina?" I asked. Curly hesitated but nodded. He took a sip, small and short, but a sip. I decided to just rant anyways. "She irritates me so much, and I shouldn't be such a judgmental person but all she does is talk and talk without realizing how she comes across. Like she has no second thoughts about hurting someone's feelings," I scrunched my nose, focusing on a part of the floor. Curly took a longer sip. He motioned his arm in the air. I set the bowl down and switched it out for his bottle, already in tune with what he wanted. Curly sighed contently and took a sip when I prompted the straw to his lips.
"And then she just bumbles around like this is a game. It isn't," I waited until he was finished with his sip and then held the small bowl up again. He gladly accepted it and took another sip.
"Maybe I'm being too mean," I mumbled. Curly stopped drinking and shook his head and I could've sworn he had the smallest smirk. 

I looked at the soup, seeing it was empty, and placed the empty bowl down. I used a napkin to softly dab at his lips and then gave him a last sip of water before putting my hands under his arms and lifting him to switch him nearby to the bed, easily putting him on the side. I pulled the covers back and helped him get comfortable underneath. "I just have no idea how to navigate things sometime," I sighed, "I guess you think I'm a little bit silly. Just ranting and you have no choice but to listen... some nurse I am," I said with dry humor. Curly's smirk widened and he shook his head again. I smiled.

"You can't tell, but I'm smiling," I said with an amused tone. His smirk turned to a small grin. I chuckled and then stood up. "Are you ready for bed?" I asked. It was early, but he needed his naps.
"You can have an hour nap and I'll be back up with your medication," I explained. His grin fell and he nodded, tilting his head down slightly. I pursed my lips but walked to the door and turned the lights off. "Goodnight, I'll wake you up in an hour," I said.

And with that, I shut the door.