Raulson Oneshots

Warm Soup - Bananun

Lana awakes unaware of where she is. She looks around, her vision hazy, to find herself in a small room. Two beds is all there is. Despite a somewhat transparent curtain between the two, she can see the one opposite of her is empty. She tries to sit up but the straps on her arms stop her. She flinches as the IV in her arm is tugged at from her attempts. She doesn't remember how or why she ended up here.
"Goddamn drugs," she thinks to herself, "It should come back to me when they wear off."
Except her attempts to break the IV out of her arm fails.
"Damn it," she curses under her breath. After all the pills and even electroshock therapy, this is what finally puts a dent in her memory. She feels a rush of anger flow through her body, towards that bitch of a nun, towards Briarcliff in general.
"This place is inhumane," she thinks about how badly she wants it shut down. Her anger at herself overrides her anger at Sister Jude. She feels like an idiot for letting herself forget what happened, and for being in this position in general. Her entire body feels chilled with only a thin sheet covering her from the frigid room.  Tears begin to flow from her brown eyes and down her cold cheeks.
She hears the door creak open and quickly tries to stop crying.
"Are you dressed Miss Winters?" Calls a voice that she can't quite place.
"Yes," Lana responds softly through her tears.
In walks a young blonde nun carrying a tray in her arms.
"Hello Miss Winters," she pauses, "are you feeling okay?"
"What happened?" She responds with a hint of sarcasm in her tone.
"Another patient attacked you. Slammed you into a kitchen shelve. Are you feeling any better? The meds should help ease the pain."
"The meds aren't doing shit besides taking my memories away from me."
"Miss Winters, you suffered a concussion. It's not the meds," she smiles, "I promise you that."
Suddenly it occurs to Lana who she's speaking with. "Are you Sister Mary Eunice?"
"Yes. And I brought you something... Just don't tell Sister Jude."
"Why are you being so nice?" She questions the nun with a sense of suspicion in her voice.
Sister Mary just smiles at Lana, with a sense of a blush spreading across her cheeks. She sets the tray on the floor momentarily, unstrapping Lana from her constraints.
Lana sits up in her bed and Sister Mary sits at her feet, handing the tray to her.
"Warm soup. I know these rooms can get quite cold, especially in the winter."
"Thank you," Lana smiles for the first time since she was locked away,"Thank you so much Sister."
Sister Mary caresses the brunette's cold cheeks, softly whispering, "Don't cry dear. Everything will be alright."
Lana smiles bright, as this is the first real kindness anyone has shown her since she arrived. She doesn't understand it but she won't question it. Although afraid to overstep her boundaries, she pulls the Sister into her arms and hugs her tightly.
Sister Mary returns the gesture, wrapping her arms around her patient as she cries on her shoulder. Lana feels a new sense of hope upon her as she lets go.
"Once again, thank you."
"You're welcome, Miss Winters."