𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋, thomas blake

14. Visit To A Special Place

「CLAUDIA JANE」

➯Song Recommendation: Wandering Child by Wild Rivers

A couple of days had gone by, and I couldn't help but start to count down the agonizing minutes until I started new my line in my career at the hospital. I could feel my nerves constantly beginning to grow by the second, making my mind run into overdrive.

I knew this day was coming, it was the whole reason why I was here after all. I knew I was ready for this new challenge. A small town hospital was bound to be less intense compared to a military aid post in the middle of an unfamiliar country.

However, I refused to let that change the way I saw things. I wouldn't of been recruited if they didn't believe that I was up to the task. Now I'm just constantly reassuring myself that everything will be fine.

I can do this.

The house had been rather quiet these past few days. Will had returned home to his parents and Anne was still yet to return from her Brother's farm. To my knowledge, Joe still wasn't talking to Mary yet either. It must have been a serious fight for the two of them to still not be on talking terms. 

Tom has been trying to keep his brother occupied in the mean time by dragging him along to get some chores done around the property. He mentioned something last night at the dinner table about the watermill needing to be fixed, Anne had been hassling her sons about it for weeks now apparently.

I woke up this morning to a silent and empty house, the only sound to be heard was birds chirping outside. After calling out to no one in particular and getting no reply, my guess was that Tom and Joe had finally decided to get up and work on the watermill.

I wanted to try and make most of the day ahead, seeing as this job was soon going to be keeping me rather busy.

After having a shower and brushing my teeth, I started to run a comb through my damp and frizzy hair, letting my mind wander momentarily. At first, I wasn't sure how I felt about Tom wanting to take things slow. But after a lot of thought, I came to realize that he was right.

This job was about to become such a major part of my life and I know it's not in Tom's interests to distract me too much from my work. I was unsure about where this could possibly take us, but I started to think that perhaps it would be best to be kept busy instead of getting caught up on the thoughts constantly running through my head. 

I shook the concepts out of my head, wanting to stop myself before I started to overthink the situation. I throw my chestnut locks over my shoulders, letting my hair dry into it's natural state. Seeing as this was my 'last day of freedom', as Joe called it, I wanted to make myself feel gratified.

I peer over at the cobalt dress that hung delicately on the back of the bathroom door. My Mother had bought it for me before I went away, a going away present of some sort. It wasn't too formal nor elegant. It was simplistic and casual, covered in a white floral design. The perfect attire for a little more than just an everyday look.

I slipped the dress over my figure, the fabric feeling somewhat cool against my skin. This was the first time I had tried to on, and I couldn't help but let a smile tug on my lips as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. To my blase, I had underestimated the length of the zip that was located at the back of the dress.

Stretching my arms towards my back, I continued to struggle to get the zip up the rest of the way. I let out a frustrated groan, beginning to wonder how I was going to get myself out of this.

Almost as if it was on cue, I hear a pair of footsteps beginning to trudge up the stairs, becoming louder as I heard them stop just outside the bathroom door. My eyes widen in shock as I could feel a blush starting to run it's way across my cheeks. The sound of a knock on the door then filled my ears, closely followed by the sound of my staggered breathing.