Just let me say one thing: I've had enough. You're selfish and sorry, you'll never learn how to love. As your world disassembles better keep your head up. Your name, your face is all you have left now. Betrayed, disgraced, you've been erased. So long, so long, I have erased you. So long, so long, I've wanted to waste you. So long, so long, I have erased you. I have escaped the bitter taste of you.

Spring had come faster then she had anticipated but she had lost so much track of time, of herself that everything seemed to blend together around her. The typical spring thunderstorms had been rolling in and today was no exception as the thunder rumbled lightly in the distance. She looked off towards the suburbs to see the lightening flash in the sky before turning her gaze up to the sky as the rain pelted her in the face. Closing her eyes for a moment, she took in the smell, sensations, and sounds of the droplets of water cascading from the sky as if it were crying just like she wanted to for the past few months. Regardless of the fact that she was here in this moment, she still was having a hard time adjusting to her new world, her new life. Pain was a constant bed-fellow in her life, reminding her of everything she lost and even those things she almost lost if it weren't for the kindness (if you could call it that) of one man.

She stood quietly in the middle of the sidewalk for a few more minutes getting soaked by the rain before she continued on her way back "home" with the necessary elements she was sent out to get. The bag hanging by her side had an all to familiar name written on it - entering the old establishment she worked in was like getting punched in the gut for her. She felt physically sick seeing one of her co-workers behind the counter and even more so at the flyer that was posted on the wall about her disappearance. All the same, the girl never even recognized her, however managed to state how she "looked like a friend" and started to tear up - god she couldn't handle watching people cry anymore, it tore her apart. Pushing the heavy metal door open, she stepped inside and closed it behind her, once more having to adjust her eyes to the lack of lighting - it was a common occurrence when she was outside, even with a storm. She was soaking wet and couldn't help but to shiver a bit at the cold that went to her bones. Setting the bag down on the table she looked around this new building that was even more unsettling then the lair. It wasn't where she was living, but asylums themselves gave her the creeps and in spite of everything she had seen from this point on, it really wasn't easier to deal with those feelings.

"John?" she spoke loud enough to carry a short distance, but not too loud because she had this mental block about someone's dead spirit roaming in this hellacious place and coming after her - superstitious behavior was so frustrating to deal with in this world. John had been working with her to get her to overcome all her adversity in his world but she just couldn't shake it. She was more an individual then Hoffman or Amanda seemed to be capable of being and she ultimately never wanted to lose what made her, well, human. She hated how undeniably dark it was in here and could count on both hands the number of times she slammed into something painfully metal and even the time she placed her hand down on something and got the point of a needle through it. That event was something all in itself because she didn't keep her composure very well with her fear of needles. "Damnit, don't make me walk through this thing." she was talking to herself as she looked around still waiting for John since he sent her to go get these things for him. She also was wondering where he was considering he hadn't been doing very well with his cancer and in spite of her distaste for what he did, she was horribly concerned for him. John had managed to get under her skin so much that she started to love the man and it frustrated the hell out of her.

She turned around to the sound of something falling behind her in the darkness of an eerie hallway and frowned a bit, clenching her fists and unclenching them in a nervous succession before she slowly walked down the dark corridor. "Hello?" no one was answering her which made her even more uncomfortable but in spite of the low level of lighting she continued before practically tripping over something in the middle of the hallway. She stumbled forward, hopping over whatever it was in her way before catching her balance with her hand on the wall. Letting her eyes adjust a little more, she finally noticed the outline of someone crouched on the floor and then came that unmistakable coughing fit. "Jesus John…" she sighed, feeling that strange and uncomfortable tinge in her heart before kneeling down beside him and placing her hand on his back, the other gripping his arm. "Come on." she hoisted him up off the ground with all her strength, draping his arm over her shoulders before slowly walking back out of the hallway and into the lighting of the lobby. As they got out she noticed the hand holding onto her forearm was bleeding and she quickly got him over to a chair, making sure it wouldn't fall apart due to age before sitting him down in it. She walked over to the bad she had set on the table and pulled out some antiseptic and walked over to him, squatting in front of him so she could easily see what she was doing. There were shards of glass in his hand and she carefully started to pull each one of them out, watching his reaction and stopping if he flinched too much. "What the hell is this from? What were you doing?" acting like a concerned mother with a child was not normally in her nature and it took her by surprise before she went silent and poured the antiseptic over his hand.

John winced with the sting of the antiseptic but smiled in spite of the pain due to her behavior. He had intended for her to be his companion and wish to care for him, but found that he didn't even need to suggest it to her because of the nature of his care for her she was doing it voluntarily. It truly did make him happy that she was so close and he had been doing everything in his power to keep it that way. There was no bandages around and he studied her silently as she reached down, ripping off the bottom half of her shirt after taking a scalpel and cutting through the fabric. She brought it up under his hand and wrapped it, tying it off tightly in the middle of his hand before patting his knee and looking up at him.

"There you go. That's the best I can do with what I have right now." She stood up, taking the antiseptic and pouring it over her hands to wash the blood off before she felt him grab her wrist. She looked down at his hand before looking over at him with a curious expression on her face.

"Thank you. Are you ready to go?" he found himself running his thumb over her hand as his grip slid down to her hand when she looked at him before he let go to her nodding 'yes' in response to his question. She bent down and draped his arm over her shoulders before helping him stand from the chair and walked over to the table, grabbing the bag before they headed out the door to go back to the lair.