From time to time, she gets the chance to be the one who observes.
It's only fair. He calls her a monkey, but he's the one eating bananas all the time.
When he's asleep, feet on the edge of the desk, hands joined on his chest, his blonde mane down the back of the armachair, he looks completely defenceless. Actually, he looks brainless in his slumber.
Plain dumb.
She wonders if this was his usual expression before his accident. Maybe that's why women liked him. She knows, because she does too.
Makes you wanna squeeze his cheeks and say "you're so cuuute".
Good thing he can't see her thinking, cos' he probably would threaten to reveal her most hidden secrets to the whole ward. Sometimes, he can be so cruel yet so clueless about it.
He sneezes in his sleep and she forgives immediately.
She can't ever hold a grudge against him when he proves to be a human being. Like that time, when he collapsed because – there she quotes – he "didn't sleep enough". He spends more than half of his time sleeping, mind you.
The other half, he eats bananas and bothers people.
He's like a living legend. Some sort of a superman – a genius, for sure. A mad man in a transparent box. A god in human armor. A complete alien.
Her whole world.
She smiles to herself. He gave her a meaning. A reason to go on. People never called her stupid, before he came, but they'd act on it. She'd feel their look on her, the thoughts they wouldn't speak aloud : "this girl won't go very far. How come she even managed to enter the program ?"
He gives her grades. Makes her evolve depending on her answers. He makes use of her.
She gets up and takes off her white coat to cover him, just in case. He grumbles in his sleep. She takes a picture with her phone.
In his slumber, M. Brain is drooling like an ape.
His assistant crosses her arms on the desk and, with a happy smile, contemplates his magnitude.