Lana is kind of jealous of doctor Arden because she knows he likes sister Mary as well and Mary finds out

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Bananun prompt: Lana is kind of jealous of doctor Arden because she knows he likes sister Mary as well and Mary finds out

Did she ever say a prayer for you?

Lana had noticed it one rainy Wednesday morning. The clouds released tears Lana was too proud to shed and the sun hid itself behind them, too afraid to show it's light. Lana could've used the sun's rays though, the clouds were too dreary and menacing.

However, the dim light of dawn still kindly showed the reporter (who was looking through her window) two figures walking back from the woods. One was dressed in black, a habit, that, although was a uniform, identical to everyone of those who wore it, Lana recognised immediately to belong to Sister Mary Eunice. The reporter couldn't help but smile. She bit her lip to stop herself though.

She had to be cured. She wasn't allowed to feel this way. Mary was a nun.

This mantra was repeated daily. On numerous occasions.

Forcing her thoughts to tear away from those on Mary Eunice, Lana tried to focus on who she was walking, nodding, talking with and even- was that a smile? Lana frowned. It was a genuine stretch of the mouth in a way only Mary could make look like sunlight. Lana would do anything to make Mary smile like that. The sister's smile was like the stars, beautiful, wanted in a sheet of black sky, and rendered people speechless.

But who was stealing Lana's stars away?

Lana narrowed her eyes and peered closer at the couple. He was tall, bald, with a hooked nose and a small beard. Lana stepped back from the window. Dr Arden? Lana was confused. Since when were those two so close? The reporter could've sworn she had never seen the two together. Although, the only time Lana had really seen Arden was when he prescribed and went through with her electroshock therapy. Naturally, Lana immediately hated him.

However seeing him with Mary made her loathe him completely.

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The weeks passed by and each day went past in a blur of tedium. Lana in the day room, smoking her life away; followed by an intensive round of torture before trying to sleep through screaming lullabies. Each morning, she forced herself to get up extra early, just so she could watch Mary and Arden's morning walks.

He's so creepy, Lana thought, how can she be around him and her skin not chill or her heart not freeze from the sheer ice of his demeanour?

Yet, everyday, Lana watched as Mary talking, probably unwilling flirting back, with Arden. It was more torturous than anything else here. Watching Mary look adoringly at anyone other than her. Not that the nun looked at her anyway. But the thought of Mary Eunice made Lana's heart race and the reporter could possibly build a rapport on that.

If the person Lana desired wasn't too busy with an old, shitty surgeon.

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The reporter walked into the bakery the next morning with a face like thunder. The spying of the nun and the scientist had been especially torturous today, the reporter could've sworn she had seen a candy apple hidden in the woven basket. It made Lana's blood boil and naturally put her in a bad mood for the rest of the day.

So here she was- stony faced and miserable- slamming bread on the counter aggressively wishing it was nothing other than Dr Arden's face. She let out a short, deep breath- her feelings were so whirred and confused, yet it didn't take a genius to realise that Lana was utterly jealous. The reporter sighed, this was just what she needed. Brilliant.

The soft humming of a sweet, religious melody put Lana's thoughts on pause. Her brown eyes watched as Mary Eunice entered the bakery, put on a clean apron, and set to work on a new batch of dough, walking over to Lana as she did so.

"Hello Miss Winters!" The nun said with a beaming smile. "How are you getting on?"

"Fine," Lana said coldly, staring at Mary for a brief moment before looking down at her bread again.

Mary's brow furrowed. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Lana shrugged. "How's Arden?" She asked innocently, pretending it was an everyday question.

"Arden? Oh, he's fine I suppose." Mary smiled. "Why'd you ask?"

The reporter slammed her dough down again. "Just... You know, you're spending a lot of time with him recently. Someone might think you're..." Lana looked for the right word. "An item?"

Mary blushed and shook her head furiously. "No no no!" The nun insisted, eyes wide. "We're just friends, honestly! You've got to believe me Lana," the nun placed a frightened hand on the reporters and the pair immediately froze. Lana's heart sped up, not only because Mary admitted she had no feelings for the doctor, but because the nun's touch left burn marks on her hand and her fragile skin too hot for Lana's liking.

"I believe you," Lana nodded as she offered a weak, but confident smile.

Mary smiled back. "Oh, good. And anyway-" the nun breathed a sigh of relief, before her smile turned slightly mischievous. It was unusual and almost funny for Lana to see. "-you should be careful miss Winters. Your tone of voice almost sounded jealous," the nun winked light heartedly as she spun on the spot and was gone in an instant, leaving Lana speechless.

She's a whirlwind, that's for sure, Lana thought to herself. And I'm completely blown away.

And as the reporter looked at the nun, Lana realised she had no real reason to be jealous, it's not like the nun would be opening her legs for just anyone. The person to do so would have to be a God send, in order to unlock Mary's stained glass heart

And Lana was going to make sure it was her.