Blue Eyes

Disclaimer: I don't own Otto.

Notes: Alright, I'm continuing it. Since people wanted me to so badly. I'd like to thank Agent Silver, htbthomas, and chocbunny for reviewing chapter two. It was very much appreciated. I also thank anyone and everyone who is reading but not reviewing. I didn't update pretty much all year but right now I have the time. So here it is!

Chapter 3

About a week into his experiment with interacting with Angie, one of the younger nurses began to get agitated around him. She would see him standing close to the girl, trying to make eye contact and suddenly appear to usher the girl away. What did this foolish woman think? Did she have the impression that he was going to attempt to pull the girl into a broom closet with him? It was absurd! But it was an understandable fear.

Just a month prior to being admitted himself, Otto had found out a sixty year old man had been taking young women from his ward into places out of camera view and having his way with them. So Otto could understand her concern. Even though the thought sickened him all the way to his very core.

So he began being more subtle. He ignored the girl at meal times, and sat on the opposite side of the table from her during group therapy. But he did not slack off. He still attempted to make actual contact with her when he knew that there was no one watching him. During the following weeks Friday movie night he decided it was time to take it up a notch. This was the one time of the week everyone in that hall could be in a single room together. It was the largest of all the rooms, but everyone could be there if they chose to be.

Byron, Neil, Melissa, Audrey, and Jamie always sat in the front near the television. Rosco and Liza near the bookcase in the middle of the room, and Otto usually sat in a chair near the very middle. Angie was always curled up in the very back of the room in the largest chair. Knees up to her chin and arms hugging her legs, her eyes partially veiled by a screen of goldenrod hair. She always wore a bright red hooded sweatshirt had came almost to the bottom of her thighs. The flame pattern winding its way down her cloth covered arms and the hood pulled over her head. If you looked closely enough you could see what was left of orange nail polish on her toenails. Somehow he always found that to be endearing.

When he entered the room that night, everyone was in there usual positions. All the way down to Angie in her customary flaming sweatshirt. The article of clothing being so large on her that he assumed it had to be a hand me down from the brother she had mentioned in her brief accounting of her assault. But instead of heading in his usual direction to his seat in the middle of the room, he looked over to Angie in the back. She was staring ahead at the currently blank television screen. Nurse Ingrid had yet to come in and set up the film and they were all waiting. He stood and stared at her until her smoldering cold eyes slid from the screen to his face. Her head never even moving.

She stared at him and he stared straight back at her. And there was a flicker of emotion in the orbs and he internally sang with accomplishment. She flicked her eyes to the seat to her left but for a moment he didn't understand. Then her eyes flicked to the seat a second time before landing on his.

Then he understood. She was inviting him to sit beside her during the film. Smiling slightly he walked past his seat and took the one in the very back of the room next to the girl shrouded in red and flames.

For the rest of the night he didn't look at her. Nurse Ingrid came in with the movie and following after her came Nurse Crystal (a bouncy young woman who worked at the desk. She always brought the snacks. This time it was lemonade and oreos.) the movie was set up and Pirates of the Caribbean began to play. He smothered a snicker when Liza and Melissa cheered when Johnny Depp's name appeared on the screen. Byron and Rosco booed as a way to harass them.

Altogether it was a pleasant night. The movie had been enjoyable and the oreos were not stale for once. When the film ended they all parted from the room and began to file up for their night medacine if they took any. As Otto swallowed his pills and opened his mouth to show he had not hid them beneath his tongue, one of the women at the desk looked up and spoke to him.

"Otto, are you interested in having a visitor tomorrow? A young man named Peter Parker called and asked to visit you. I told him that all patients have to approve of who they want to see."

He was rather surprised. He hadn't heard from Peter in almost a year, and now he wanted to come and visit? That was rather odd, though it did sound pleasant to have a visitor other than his lawyer for once.

"Sure, I'd enjoy a visit. The boy is welcome to visit me anytime he wants to."

The woman nodded and pulled out Otto's file and wrote Peter Parker down on his Authorized Visitation list. He was only number two.

Pushing back a yawn as the sleeping pills began to take affect, Otto moved his way back to the room that he and Neil shared. Climbing into bed he began to fall asleep with pirate songs playing in his head and the thought that he would ask Peter to bring some orange nail polish if he chose to visit again.

End of Chapter

Thanks to anybody who took the time to read this super short chapter. I know it isn't much, but it's all I had for right now. So, thanks for reading and pretty please review!

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