She asked about mine first, about the huge scar all down the right side of my face. I told her about the ice cream scoop, and the burning, and the poor excuse for a sedative the nurse had given me before it happened.
I asked about hers, horrified that she too had experienced the ice cream scoop.
Luckily, she'd managed to escape the burning.
There were no marks or scars or bruises on her delicate face. Just perfect, flawless skin, and perfect, shining eyes.
I asked who had fixed them for her, and she smiled and leant gently against my side. "Aya gave them to me. She helped me escape too. She's a very sweet girl, you know, nothing like her father."
"She is nice isn't she?" I returned Emelie's smile, although it was short lived.
I knew what I had to do.
"I'm sorry," I murmured, jumping to my feet, "I have to go, there's something important I have to do, but I promise, I'll find you again once it's over."
I kissed her quickly on the forehead, my lips lingering slightly as I whispered goodbye.
"Ms Drevis!" I yelled, my voice hoarse from all the talking, "Ms Drevis! Come out come out wherever you are!"
"What?!" The woman snapped viciously, her ghostly form appearing at the end of one of the corridors, "what do you want, you insolent little cretin? Haven't you annoyed me enough?"
I always did hate those terrifying mood swings.
"I've come to talk about my job," I muttered, ducking to avoid another one of her slaps.
"I want to help Aya."