Crazy?

Chapter 3

Cato's POV

I woke to the sound of my metal door swing open, the sunlight coming through the only window on the other side of the room was still bright enough to make my eyes burn. "Clove?" I ask groggily still recovering from sleep.

"Uh, no. My name is Cinna, I'm your other caretaker, didn't Cindy tell you?" He was tall and dark, his voice was raspy and deep but at the same time, calming.

I sat up, slowly focussing on the world around me. "Yeah, sorry, I was just...er sleeping and..." I began to trail off, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. So much for answering his question, the guy probably thinks I'm some illiterate nut job. But I am not a morning person. Never was, never will be.

I hear him let out a deep laugh, "Mornings aren't your thing huh?" I look up at him, it seemed like everyone here could read each other like a book. And I don't know if I like being read so easily.

"Not really. Back at home people wouldn't even try to talk to me until 11 the earliest. At least by then I could have the mentality to string a proper sentence together." Another smile spread across his face. I guess the staff here isn't so bad. Could have a got some ass hole bossing me around.

"Well it's 8:30 and I didn't want you missing out on breakfast." He was now folding up my blankets and re placing them neatly back on my bed.

"Thanks." I stand there awkwardly, was I meant to help him make the bed or just go down to get food? I decided to help out, I actually was half a decent human being, not that many people realise.

"So you've met Cloverfield?" His deep voice filled the silence in the room. I was taken back, Cloverfield?

"Uh, yeah. I ran into her yesterday," Like physically, I ran into her. I shake my head at the thought, "She's nice, we hung out for a while. But how do you know her?" It was a big hospital and their were hundreds of staff working here, the chances seem slim.

"I'm one of her caretakers too. Cindy and I, we take care of almost everyone down this end of the hall. Great girl." I guess the chances weren't so slim after all. Makes sense, she IS just across the hall. By this point the bed was done and we were just making small talk.

"So you know what's wrong with her then?" I couldn't help myself. He shot me a 'did-you-seriously-just-ask-me-that' look making me look down sheepishly,

"Yes, but it's in my job guidelines that I don't reveal nor do I speak about my patients illnesses with anyone besides themselves. Strict patient confidentiality." I sigh, couldn't blame the guy for following his job.

"Knew it was a long shot anyway."

I stroll into the cafeteria going straight over to the food line. Catering for crazy people or not, the chefs here still make some decent meals. I grab my monster breakfast of bacon, eggs, sausage, toast and chocolate chip pancakes and head over to the table where everyone was already seated.

"Got enough food?" I hear a familiar angelic voice say as I drop down next to her. Instantly I smile, becoming oblivious to the fact that she was mocking me and my food decisions.

"What? A big guy like me can't just live on a small bowl of cereal and orange juice." I used the same tone she had mocked me with as my mouth stretched into one of my many smart ass grins as I gesture down to her food. I wasn't lying, I was tall and muscular enough to earn the amount of food on my plate.

"Whatever you say, Mr Giant." This time she had rolled her eyes, her voice much lighter. I bump into her gently, chuckling at out friendly banter. In truth, she was the only person I would banter with without wanting to tear their head off of coarse. It took me no longer than 5 minutes to turn into a human disposable bin and down my entire plate of food, earning a laugh and applause from Clove.