Red Cure (on hold)

Part 16

12:54 am           

Well, I looked around in the rooms that are unoccupied; moving through rec rooms, another mess hall, and even another gym but I soon grew tired of the uninteresting rooms for the prisoners and moved to the, although off limits, unlocked rooms reserved for the doctors and scientists. I wandered empty labs and E.R’s, past equipment gathering sterile dust from lack of use.

I was coming up to where the offices were when I heard a noise and ducked into a janitor’s closet. I looked out the small window, pushing aside the one dirty thing I had come across in the form of a couple of rags. Although I wanted to see out the window I was only just able to keep myself from coughing at the smell of gasoline and bleach based cleaner filling my nose as I peered outside. I saw Bald One come out of one of the offices leaving the door only half shut not having put enough force into it to close it all of the way. I let the rags fall back into place before he passed the window and held my breath until I knew for sure he had passed me.

I opened the door a fraction of an inch and watched as he went down the long hallway and then turned the corner. I then counted to twenty-five before I exited the closet and ran silently to the office door; pulling it open and closed quickly. I turned from the door to look around and ran smack into Peter.

“What are you doing here?” He asked when he realized it was me.

“Exploring, what are you doing?” I asked as he moved to the computer on the desk in the middle of the room.

“I’m looking for information, per usual.” He said pulling up a search engine for the program already open on the screen. I watched as he typed extremely fast and was sure I saw my name in those words somewhere, not my real name but my new classification number. He began reading and I moved to read over his shoulder but I heard a noise out in the hall before I was able to read anything. I quietly moved back to the door and looked out the office window to see Bald One walking briskly back to his office.

“Get rid of that stuff Peter he’s coming back.” I told him. He started rapidly clicking the mouse and closing windows while I looked around for a place to hide. There was a closet that would just fit both of us. I glanced out the window to see Bald One inspecting the janitor’s closet. I had left it open a few inches and was glad now that I had.

“Peter hurry up he’s right there.” I said in an insistent whisper. We hurried to the closet and managed to get squished into the closet and close the door seconds before Bald One entered the room.

I looked up at Peter as he looked down at me with our bodies crushed against each other in the tight space. He was leaning over me while I tried to shrink into the wood to make room for him and tried not to think about how close he was to me.

Sure we sleep in the same bed and we sometimes sleep closer than what Marine Stevens’ would like but we had never been this close before. I could feel his heart beat under my hand where it rested on his chest. My breath was coming in short bursts as my skin felt like it was burning where his fingers touched my arm.

I tried to concentrate on other things, like the sound of Bald One typing on the computer and then him walking around in his office; but nothing got my mind off of Peter’s proximity. Finally I was frustrated that I was unable to think about anything else but kissing him, I mean I should be able to think about other things, shouldn’t I? I’m not a stalker who thinks about someone every waking moment. But then again Peter does love me back.

Anyways, we’ve strayed from the subject. I was tired of being unable to focus on the things going on outside the closet so I moved forward and finding his lips with my fingers I kissed him. I knew it was a bad idea as soon as I did it. Now I didn’t want to stop kissing him. He pulled me tight against him as our kiss intensified and my fingers pulled at his shirt to keep his head near mine, not that I needed to, he was staying there on his own just fine. I then heard the creaking of the chair and footsteps. I broke away and he started to kiss my neck tenderly his hands on my shoulder blades holding me against him gently. I struggled to focus even more on what was going on outside as his lips touched my skin but I did hear the door open and close.