Brutus POV

I'm at the apartment watching some TV when Enobaria informed her escort, Melanie, that she has to go see the doctor. Doctor? She doesn't look sick. An hour later she got back and came with a bottle of pills. Wonder what they're for. I never got to get a good look at what they were for because she kept them in her room locked in a drawer. She spent her whole day locked up in her room; she didn't even come out to eat. That's weird, her appetite has increased a lot and now all of a sudden she doesn't eat at all. Something's going on.

That evening she left the apartment with a duffel bag and headed to the house, the house where she takes care of all her 'clients'.

The next day, I get ready for my appointment with Enobaria. I woke up, ate, trained, went home, showered, and got dressed; also packed a bag since I'm also staying the night. Oops, almost left without the condoms. I took extras just in case, you never know. At 7:45 p.m. I arrived at the house that Snow told me to go to. Man, it was humongous. Why would Enobaria not just live here all the time instead of going back and forth between houses?

I walked up to the porch and hesitated on ringing the doorbell. Come on, just do it. I closed my eyes and rang the doorbell. No response. So I started to ring the doorbell three more times until finally, the door opened. Enobaria was standing right in front of me, but she didn't look the same. She looked nervous, scared, even frightened. "Brutus, what are you doing here?"

"I, uh, I'm y-your 'client' for this evening," I said. Why am I stuttering?

"Oh," she said. She opened up the door so that I could enter. She walked into the kitchen and I followed. I was so amazed at how big the house was. "Why are you following me?"

"Uh, I don't know," I said. "Maybe because I'm your 'client'."

"Appointment's at 8:00," she said. "You're gonna have to wait." she walked to the grand kitchen and I still followed. She poured herself a glass of water all the way to the top, and took out two pills. She took the two pills two at a time and drank down the whole glass of water. I could tell that she was tense because she wouldn't even look at me and she was a little shaky. We spent the next two minutes in awkward silence when all of a sudden she said "I gotta go." In a hurried voice, she ran to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She was throwing up, I could hear her clearly.

"Baria," I said through the other side of the door. "You alright?"

"Just go the room. Third door on your right," she said. Then she threw up again. Why is she throwing up? Is it because of the pills?

"Are you okay?" I asked. She didn't look too good. She was a little pale and she had bags under her eyes when I got to the house.

"Just go!" she snapped.

"You sure?" I asked.

"Just give me a second," she threw up again. "Go, I'll be there, promise." Then I heard a little wailing sound coming from the bathroom. I gave her some space and did as I was told. When I entered the room, I dropped my bag from shock.