Part 5
And through a fractal on that breaking wall..
When I come back into the lab, Eberts is ending the conversation with his friend, he cradles the phone gently, and places it close to the edge of the bed. The rails are not up, so I expect to hear it come crashing to the floor any second. I look over at it but it is balanced evenly.He gets farther under the covers, and closes his eyes. I am not sure if its the medication still in, -or- if he really is tired. He looks peaceful like that, and I hope he remains that way. I would hate to see him pained, if he begins to have recurring nightmares of that. I can still hear the screams from the video echoing in the back of my head.I walk cautisouly to the bed, and remove the phone.He opens his eyes, when he hears the phone being lifted."Hi," He says, innocently.
"Hi, how are you feeling, sweetheart?" I tilting my brown eyes toward his blue ones.
He gives me a weak smile. "I have been better."
"You look tired. Why don't you get some sleep?" His eyes appear puffy, and red, and he looks as if he hasn't slept for a while.
I wonder what is going through his mind. It is so hard to tell. Alex told me about his strange laughter earlier, but does Eberts have evil in him. That seems so unlike him.Could he actually have evil in him, that seems so odd coming from this little mousey man. I don't think he would hurt anyone, and it is hard to believe, I have heard of people going crazy after torture, but their had always been some glimmer of this before.But Eberts, he has never had a glimmer of evil, he always just been a shy little mouse, following by the book.He had attacked Hobbes earlier though, I wonder how long that has been building up. It is no suprise though, how little respect Hobbes gives to Eberts. What am I saying, I really doubt that Eberts would take offense to that, everyone does that to him sometimes. Well, I don't think he would take offense. Maybe he does. Now, I am confusing myself, stop jumping to conclusions Claire.
"Okay, I will, but Claire will you do me a favor?"
"What is it?" Why do I have a sudden feeling he is going to ask me if he can kill me? Claire, you're losing it, I think if you can handle Darien on QSM, you can handle tortured Eberts when he only wants to ask you a question. It is probably harmless. Eberts is harmless.
"Can you not give me anymore drugs?"
"What?"
"Please, I know under the hypocratic oath, it says something about not ahrming anyone, and if you give me anymore drugs, it will harm me.Please, Claire?" His blue eyes plead up at me. He looks so lost, so scared, and in a way I want to believe him. He has been through enough as it is, maybe I can for now.
I put on my "serious doctor, I know what's best" face. "I will let you hold out as long as I think you can without medication, but if I feel you need it, I can hold it from you."
The corners of his mouth go down a little bit.It looks kind of cute, almost like a scolded child who doesn't realize the seriousness of his punishment, but only a tiny portion of what it entitles. "I guess that is fair." His eyes look so sad, how can anyone refuse that cute face anything? Oh, my gosh, did I just think that, am I falling for Eberts? I must be losing my mind. Not that there is anything wrong with Eberts, its just. Bloody hell, it just seems weird, I have known him since high school. I never once thought of him like that, hes almost a brother. He reminds me a bit of Kevin though, he is almost the type I am attracted too. And now that I think of it I did have a crush on him in high school. I need to get a grip though, now is not the time to think of romantic involements.
I nod to him. "Now, get some rest."I give him a concerned smile.
"I'll try." He says. He closes his eyes. "Good night, Claire." He murmurs.
I kiss the top of his forehead. "Goodnight, ALbert."
And through a fractal on that breaking wall..
When I come back into the lab, Eberts is ending the conversation with his friend, he cradles the phone gently, and places it close to the edge of the bed. The rails are not up, so I expect to hear it come crashing to the floor any second. I look over at it but it is balanced evenly.He gets farther under the covers, and closes his eyes. I am not sure if its the medication still in, -or- if he really is tired. He looks peaceful like that, and I hope he remains that way. I would hate to see him pained, if he begins to have recurring nightmares of that. I can still hear the screams from the video echoing in the back of my head.I walk cautisouly to the bed, and remove the phone.He opens his eyes, when he hears the phone being lifted."Hi," He says, innocently.
"Hi, how are you feeling, sweetheart?" I tilting my brown eyes toward his blue ones.
He gives me a weak smile. "I have been better."
"You look tired. Why don't you get some sleep?" His eyes appear puffy, and red, and he looks as if he hasn't slept for a while.
I wonder what is going through his mind. It is so hard to tell. Alex told me about his strange laughter earlier, but does Eberts have evil in him. That seems so unlike him.Could he actually have evil in him, that seems so odd coming from this little mousey man. I don't think he would hurt anyone, and it is hard to believe, I have heard of people going crazy after torture, but their had always been some glimmer of this before.But Eberts, he has never had a glimmer of evil, he always just been a shy little mouse, following by the book.He had attacked Hobbes earlier though, I wonder how long that has been building up. It is no suprise though, how little respect Hobbes gives to Eberts. What am I saying, I really doubt that Eberts would take offense to that, everyone does that to him sometimes. Well, I don't think he would take offense. Maybe he does. Now, I am confusing myself, stop jumping to conclusions Claire.
"Okay, I will, but Claire will you do me a favor?"
"What is it?" Why do I have a sudden feeling he is going to ask me if he can kill me? Claire, you're losing it, I think if you can handle Darien on QSM, you can handle tortured Eberts when he only wants to ask you a question. It is probably harmless. Eberts is harmless.
"Can you not give me anymore drugs?"
"What?"
"Please, I know under the hypocratic oath, it says something about not ahrming anyone, and if you give me anymore drugs, it will harm me.Please, Claire?" His blue eyes plead up at me. He looks so lost, so scared, and in a way I want to believe him. He has been through enough as it is, maybe I can for now.
I put on my "serious doctor, I know what's best" face. "I will let you hold out as long as I think you can without medication, but if I feel you need it, I can hold it from you."
The corners of his mouth go down a little bit.It looks kind of cute, almost like a scolded child who doesn't realize the seriousness of his punishment, but only a tiny portion of what it entitles. "I guess that is fair." His eyes look so sad, how can anyone refuse that cute face anything? Oh, my gosh, did I just think that, am I falling for Eberts? I must be losing my mind. Not that there is anything wrong with Eberts, its just. Bloody hell, it just seems weird, I have known him since high school. I never once thought of him like that, hes almost a brother. He reminds me a bit of Kevin though, he is almost the type I am attracted too. And now that I think of it I did have a crush on him in high school. I need to get a grip though, now is not the time to think of romantic involements.
I nod to him. "Now, get some rest."I give him a concerned smile.
"I'll try." He says. He closes his eyes. "Good night, Claire." He murmurs.
I kiss the top of his forehead. "Goodnight, ALbert."