Decipher | Watty's 2017

LXXXIV. Impissate

Impissate

\in-ˈspi-ˌsā-təd, ˈin(t)-spə-ˌsā-\

adjective

made or having become thick, heavy, or intense

It had been two weeks since Luke had officially been released from the hospital under strict orders to be on bed rest; however, as soon as we arrived at our shared room, he was on his feet and using his laptop to research the flash drive from before the air raid. I knew better than to try and stop the determined man from his work, which is why I placed a chaste kiss upon his shoulder and left without another word to decipher the rest of the Code. Although I had not been back into the room officially since Janice was trying to kill me, I found myself oddly assured by the fact that she was enclosed in a padded cell.

My feet made a squishing sound against the cold concrete as I made my way to the room I had previously called my office. Everything had been spinning so fast lately, the acceptance of Janice's betrayal, Michael's death, Luke's near death experience. Although I was grateful for my own life and Luke to be with me still, I found myself oddly angered at the way all my plans had seemed to crumble due to unforeseen plans of Luke's father. No one was safe from the despicable man's wrath and that seemed to drive Luke and I equally mad.

I sat at the computer screen, typing reverse matrices into the computer for a solid hour and waiting for the codes to decipher with help of a programming system. When the door opened, I jumped, relaxing only when I heard the childish laugh sound from behind. The roll of my eyes was reflexive as I turned the chair slowly, trying to scare the young girl but failing miserably. Riley released another loud laugh at my attempt to scare her, making her way over to the seat beside me and rolling in the chair lightly.

Nothing was spoken between us for a while, my brain focused on the Code and keeping an eye on the young girl to ensure that she was being careful on the chair rolling around the room. Although I had nothing against the young girl enjoying herself, I found myself oddly scared of her injury. She had never been my concern for the longest of times, but now she was my only concern as I tried to allow her the joys of a normal childhood.

"Lissa," she said suddenly, moving up to me as I watched her tiny frame approach. Although she had grown a lot in the past year, she was still under five foot, which left me to brag on being five foot eight compared to her four foot eleven frame.

"What's up love?" I asked, giving her my undivided attention as she looked at me with wide and bright eyes. Little did I know that her question would be as jaded as one can imagine an eight year having. Her eyes stayed connected to the floor for a few moments before returning to meet mine within a second of asking her question, as if she would be too nervous if she waited any longer.

"My parents," she said suddenly, pausing slightly and a look of sadness washing over her face. "They aren't really on a trip," she admitted, tears welling up in her eyes as she tried to control her emotions. "Ashy tells me they will back, but I know they won't." I blinked, not knowing how I was supposed to respond as this wasn't a question, but suddenly all of my questions were answered by the small words coming from her mouth. "Michael isn't on a trip either, is he?" she questioned, her lower lip quivering slightly as she attempted to control the shaking of the small lip.

I nodded, not knowing how to articulate the fact that one of the people she had grown to become close to was gone. Clearly the young girl had realized the difference between death and being away, but my question was how much did she understand?

"Did you bury him?" her tiny voice asked, her face turning up to face mine again. My jaw slackened slightly, not expecting the words to have fallen from a small child; however, I nodded in response in order to keep myself from crying.