Part 12
The wanderer
"I think he's hiding from us." I hear someone say behind me.
I turn towards the voice."Alex, I think I can figure out hes hiding from us, I am sorry about that Miss. Degas, I am sure he would like to meet you, but he has been under a lot of stress." I say to the smaller woman standing next to her. She looks vaguely famillar, but I can't place her. Her long, blond hair looks a bit out of place with her dark complexion, and it may very well be a wig. I frown.
Eberts shouldn't be hiding from us.After the last time when we were both in here, when he was trying to comfort us, you would think he wouldn't want to hide. Maybe he is starting to get effects from the torture, and he doesn't trust us anymore.
"Ooh, oui, je comprehend, I figured that vhen I vas hired so quickly. I have heard it takes years to get accepted to this agency." Miss Degas answers in here German-French voice. It gets a bit on my nerves, it has an almost false ring to it. It has also been a long couple of days. This introduction was only suppose to take a few seconds, but Eberts had already been in the bathroom hiding for twenty minutes, and I still had to check his burns out. Then, I had to go give Darien his shot, he had used too much quicksilver, then he should have throughout the day, it would be the third shot I have given him in a week. Then, I had been allowed to actually go home.
"Sometimes." Alex comments. I hear a tint of sarcasim in her voice. I have to restrain myself from making a comment about people forcing their way into the agency.I need to get home and get some sleep. I am getting cranky. I tap my foot slightly against the lineloum.
I go to the door, and knock on it. "Eberts we know you have your clothes on, and not your hospital gown, and we know you are trying to hide in there, will you please come out, Eberts, sweetheart." I call into the bathroom.
"I guess so." I hear a voice say reluctunately. I back away from the door, a little and the door opens. He peeks his head out and watches us, almost as a little mouse looking for cats. He steps out silently, and closes the door. His suit looks a little worn, we didn't exactly have time to fold it neatly, and put it in the drawers, after we found it on the doorstep, and searched it for any harmful substances. The Official had wanted us just to put it in the drawer no fuss. The only thing that looked clean was his jacket, which I had neatly hanged before the Official had had his fit. Eberts looked worned out himself.
"Why were you hiding from us?" Alex snaps at him. She realizes she had snapped at him then calms herself. "You had us worried, Eberts?"
"I am sorry, I am bored, I need to get out of here, its giving me cabin fever, I need to try to get back to normal, so I can figure out what day it is, and things." He says quietly.
"You will be able to leave as soon as you can, okay, Eberts?" I tell him.
He gives a weak nod. "Okay, can I leave my suit on for awhile, before you force me into that nothing there hospital gown."
"If, you feel comfortable in it, you may keep it on, for now." I tell him. Which means until they leave, which is all I can afford to give him, I would give him longer time if I could, but I know he wants to get home, and the quicker I check his burns, and leave to deal with Darien, and then leave, the quicker it is for him to sneak out, though he doesn't know that though.
He gives me a weak smile. "Thanks." He says softly.
Eberts notices the woman behind me, next to Alex. "Hello."
"Hello, I am Miss Degas, I am your new assistant, Mr. Eberts." She answers in a small voice.
His mouth forms a perfect oval as he answers with a sighing "Oh?"
"Now, that introductions are over, me and Miss Degas will let Claire give you the once over." Alex says and they depart.
Eberts frowns.
"I am sorry, I do have to check your burns, and apply new ointment if necessary, and after I do that,and give Darien his shot, it means I can go home." I say, trying to get him to catch the drift of where I am going.
"Oh? That's nice they let you go home." He takes off his jacket slowly.
"Yes, and they are having Nicolas watch you while I am gone."
He starts to painfully unbutton his shirt. Then, he looks up, " Denise Nicolas?" he asks,a small smile forming on his face. He knows who Denise Nicolas is, she is one of my assistants, related to someone higher up, but not very observant.
"Yes,"
"Did you arrange that?"
"Yes, I did." I give him a smile.
He pulls me into a big hug, "I love you, Claire." It feels nice in his arms, and I am reluctant to pull away.
"I know, Albert." I give him another smile.
"Now, I am going to leave the room, so you can get back into your hospital gown, and then, I 'll check you out. I suggest you put your suit somewhere, where you can easily reach it, and where no one can see it." I say and step into the hallway.
"I will." he says softly, as the door closes.
(more to come)
The wanderer
"I think he's hiding from us." I hear someone say behind me.
I turn towards the voice."Alex, I think I can figure out hes hiding from us, I am sorry about that Miss. Degas, I am sure he would like to meet you, but he has been under a lot of stress." I say to the smaller woman standing next to her. She looks vaguely famillar, but I can't place her. Her long, blond hair looks a bit out of place with her dark complexion, and it may very well be a wig. I frown.
Eberts shouldn't be hiding from us.After the last time when we were both in here, when he was trying to comfort us, you would think he wouldn't want to hide. Maybe he is starting to get effects from the torture, and he doesn't trust us anymore.
"Ooh, oui, je comprehend, I figured that vhen I vas hired so quickly. I have heard it takes years to get accepted to this agency." Miss Degas answers in here German-French voice. It gets a bit on my nerves, it has an almost false ring to it. It has also been a long couple of days. This introduction was only suppose to take a few seconds, but Eberts had already been in the bathroom hiding for twenty minutes, and I still had to check his burns out. Then, I had to go give Darien his shot, he had used too much quicksilver, then he should have throughout the day, it would be the third shot I have given him in a week. Then, I had been allowed to actually go home.
"Sometimes." Alex comments. I hear a tint of sarcasim in her voice. I have to restrain myself from making a comment about people forcing their way into the agency.I need to get home and get some sleep. I am getting cranky. I tap my foot slightly against the lineloum.
I go to the door, and knock on it. "Eberts we know you have your clothes on, and not your hospital gown, and we know you are trying to hide in there, will you please come out, Eberts, sweetheart." I call into the bathroom.
"I guess so." I hear a voice say reluctunately. I back away from the door, a little and the door opens. He peeks his head out and watches us, almost as a little mouse looking for cats. He steps out silently, and closes the door. His suit looks a little worn, we didn't exactly have time to fold it neatly, and put it in the drawers, after we found it on the doorstep, and searched it for any harmful substances. The Official had wanted us just to put it in the drawer no fuss. The only thing that looked clean was his jacket, which I had neatly hanged before the Official had had his fit. Eberts looked worned out himself.
"Why were you hiding from us?" Alex snaps at him. She realizes she had snapped at him then calms herself. "You had us worried, Eberts?"
"I am sorry, I am bored, I need to get out of here, its giving me cabin fever, I need to try to get back to normal, so I can figure out what day it is, and things." He says quietly.
"You will be able to leave as soon as you can, okay, Eberts?" I tell him.
He gives a weak nod. "Okay, can I leave my suit on for awhile, before you force me into that nothing there hospital gown."
"If, you feel comfortable in it, you may keep it on, for now." I tell him. Which means until they leave, which is all I can afford to give him, I would give him longer time if I could, but I know he wants to get home, and the quicker I check his burns, and leave to deal with Darien, and then leave, the quicker it is for him to sneak out, though he doesn't know that though.
He gives me a weak smile. "Thanks." He says softly.
Eberts notices the woman behind me, next to Alex. "Hello."
"Hello, I am Miss Degas, I am your new assistant, Mr. Eberts." She answers in a small voice.
His mouth forms a perfect oval as he answers with a sighing "Oh?"
"Now, that introductions are over, me and Miss Degas will let Claire give you the once over." Alex says and they depart.
Eberts frowns.
"I am sorry, I do have to check your burns, and apply new ointment if necessary, and after I do that,and give Darien his shot, it means I can go home." I say, trying to get him to catch the drift of where I am going.
"Oh? That's nice they let you go home." He takes off his jacket slowly.
"Yes, and they are having Nicolas watch you while I am gone."
He starts to painfully unbutton his shirt. Then, he looks up, " Denise Nicolas?" he asks,a small smile forming on his face. He knows who Denise Nicolas is, she is one of my assistants, related to someone higher up, but not very observant.
"Yes,"
"Did you arrange that?"
"Yes, I did." I give him a smile.
He pulls me into a big hug, "I love you, Claire." It feels nice in his arms, and I am reluctant to pull away.
"I know, Albert." I give him another smile.
"Now, I am going to leave the room, so you can get back into your hospital gown, and then, I 'll check you out. I suggest you put your suit somewhere, where you can easily reach it, and where no one can see it." I say and step into the hallway.
"I will." he says softly, as the door closes.
(more to come)