(Being Rewritten) Housemates || [FNaF SL Fanfic]

Visitation Bracelet

It was Monday afternoon, a little while before Clyde, Charlie and the children were to head back to Maine. Claudia was currently taking Clyde to see their mother. Charlie was taking the children shopping, to keep them occupied.

"I remember when I was the one who had to drive you around. Do you?" Clyde and Claudia had stunted conversations throughout the ride.

"How could I not? You scarred me for life with the way you drove."

"Well, I'm proud to say that I do not drive like that anymore."

"I hope not, you have kids." Claudia laughed.

"Yeah, I had to adjust to city life fairly quickly.  I see you've done a wonderful job yourself." Clyde adjusted the bouquet of flowers that was sitting in his lap.

Purple mini carnations, bougainvillea, and baby's breath.

The car fell silent again as Claudia pulled into the hospital's parking lot and into an open space.

"We're here, I'll show you what floor and what room. I used to come here weekly, but since we took in Francis and Frederick, I've had to work longer days.  Now it's been once a month." Claudia unlocked the car and Clyde stepped out, waiting for his sister.

"I see.  And I still can't believe that you've gotten taller than me.  Mum and dad aren't that tall, and last I remember, you were like two feet shorter than me." Claudia smacked him on the shoulder before walking ahead of him and in through the entrance.

"I was only joking!"

"Quiet, you! You're not supposed to speak loudly at the hospital, have some decency." Clyde walked up to his sister who had her hand on the handle of the door.

"Okay." Clyde whispered jokingly.

"It's not a library, Copper."

"Fine, fine."

The two walked in and Claudia signed them both into the visitation book at the front desk, earning a pair of green paper bracelets, similar to those you'd get a concert to show that you were supposed to be there. Or in a certain color coordinated group at a large event to be found easier.

The bracelets were to differentiate what floor a visitor should be on. Mainly so the visitor could find the floor they were supposed to be on, but it also helped the nurses and doctors to point lost visitors in the right direction.

"She's on the fourth floor." Claudia presses the button on the elevator as she and Clyde stepped inside.

"What number isn't her room?"

"83." Clyde whistled at the number.

"Yeah, you'd be surprised at how many patients are on this floor in particular, not very." Claudia cleared her throat as the elevator stopped to let them off on the fourth floor.

"No kidding. It feel like no ones here." They passed the sitting area.

No one was currently browsing impatiently through the tacky, outdated magazines that were laid out on the side tables. Claudia lead Clyde to their mother's room, knocking on the door before entering.

"I'm here mum, and look who came to visit."

Clyde closed the door quietly behind him.

"Why are you talking to her if she's unresponsive?"

"I think it's nice to talk to mum in this state.  I mean, if I tell her that I did something stupid, she can't slap the up side of my head for it."  Clyde laughed.