Patrick came in this morning laughing when he saw I was still on the table. He said he forgot, he brought me a loaf of bread when he finished laughing.
"Honestly I forget you're living sometimes. You just sit there and don't say anything." He was practicing to sew skin together, "and you hardly make any noises." He tugs at the thread roughly to prove his point.
"You know my father somehow really wanted me to be something. He was really a over achiever, I had two sibling a brother and a sister. My sister since birth was just like him. From art to learning languages to anything she knew how to do it. However she got sick easily, you know how that went." He patted the finished stitch with a 'there' then moved into the next cut.
"My other brother well he didn't top her off but he topped me off. A great author with great stories and a family of his own. Then there's me, and well....I wasn't a mamas boy nor daddy's." He trailed off deep into thought...
I licked my dry lips, "I think you're great Patrick."
Immediately he stopped, slowly he removed his glasses. "You're beautiful inside and out aren't you?" He smiled, "I can just kiss you." To prove his point he placed a sloppy kiss on my forehead.
"You know what? Sometimes you anger me so much mouse. You had a chance to run and you didn't, you assisted me in finding an antidote. And here we are, I'm great? I left you here to starve- truth be told the second day I brushed the idea of bringing food because I was having such a great time at the pub. Would you believe that? You're so stupid."
Then he continued to tell stories where I listened closely, somewhere in between the stitching he poked a needle through since I don't remember when but I fell asleep.
When I woke I was already laid on the couch with Gabriel locking me in. The stitches were already healed, and Gabriel's wounds were also leaving the dried blood on the floor. Resting a tad bit longer in the warm of his chest I stayed still, listening to his fast heart rate. He must be having a nightmare.
Watching his dark eyelashes and twitching eyelids, the scar under his eye that's practically white. Lightly I traced his features with the tips of my fingers. His eyelids stopped twitching, he'll wake soon. I wiggled out, grabbed a towel and began to clean the mess. Once I finished I moved towards the kitchen to make potato soup. The first time I tried to cook I had burned the potatoes somehow and accidentally didn't cook the vegetables enough. However this time I knew all there was for a simple meal.
I served myself eating slowly and biding time. Dr Harvey never told me I was less of a person he said I contribute greatly on his work. I never hated anyone, by emptying my mind it was simple to not feel a thing. Any ounces of anger or sadness poured out by simplicity. I'm simply here I'm simply eating I'm simply sleeping. Simple life.
I want to go outside- but they need me. I'm much more than an average person. They need me.
The chair scrapping the floor brought me back, Gabriel had finished eating. I hadn't noticed he sat down, I picked up my spoon to finish eating. Once finished I sat down at my desk. Sketching herbs and all sorts of plants I've seen. Time tickled and ticked by until the sun was down. I sat down on the couch to intertwined my finger starting at the wall.
Gabriel came and sat next to me. We laid together finding comfort in the warmth and fell asleep.
Once again I woke up in the lab wondering what this time Patrick wanted to learn. Did he want to be a stylist? Did he want to be a doctor?
"Lovely mouse lovely my mouse."
He began to tell me how a woman at the pub had thrown a drink at him.
