Michaelishious - Vol. 2020

Dec. 24th: Caged (pt. 3)

Weeks passed by and Michael's wounds healed, yet he paid me no attention. He was still detached and cold every time we met. It was like talking to a wall. He just sat there in the same position, staring at the cuffs around his wrists, possibly counting how many times he breathed until he could leave. But today would be different. He just didn't know yet.

I hadn't spoken for several minutes, but we'd both gotten used to the awkwardness that lingered in the air whenever I tried to come up with the next thing to ask. Only this time I didn't. I didn't say anything on purpose. I did exactly what he did to me. I ignored him.

Of course he seemed perfectly fine with it for several minutes. Then his eyes started flickering to me now and then, searching for answers to why I was busy with paper work. But he was too damn stubborn to verbally ask. Not until twenty minutes had passed, he shifted a bit and coughed.

"Aren't we done?"

Just for the pleasure of seeing him writhing a bit, I pretended not to have heard him.

"Stop fucking pretending to write, because you're about to puncture that damn paper from all the circles you keep drawing on it!"

He was right. I just didn't expect him to notice, so I felt busted like a five year old snitching candy from the kitchen cabinet.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"We're done. The consultation is over. Let me go."

He was staring at the clock on the wall when he spoke, and he was right about that too. Our normal time was up. What he didn't know was that I had canceled all my other appointments for the rest of the day, to focus on him, and him only. And I have to admit that I throughly enjoyed being the one to ignore him for once.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!"

I put my pen down and leaned back with my hands folded on my desk. I still needed a new chair.

"What do you want?" I asked with fake exasperation, and Michael pulled at his handcuffs and eyeballed me.

"Can't help you with that," I said dryly and picked up my pen again.

"Argh! Cut the crap, nurse. We're done, now let me out of here."

I leaned forward and smirked.

"Except that we're not done. What is it? Nine? We just started the day."

He looked more confused than I'd ever seen him. So there were more to him than a closed door? Good. That gave me something to work with.

"Started? But Percy is next. He's probably waiting outside right now, so..."

"I said; we're not done," I interrupted sternly.

"But the consultation..."

"...lasts until 4pm," I finished and stared him down, and he looked like he'd lost his vocabulary. Then the smartass in him woke up.

"And if I have to take a leak?" he smirked, but I played it right back.

"I can hold your hand if you want?"