Friday's prompt was "Constellations" Sorry I'm just now getting around to posting. I forgot there was a prompt to write for. LOL
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We're going back in time to season 2 for this one.
Constellations
"I didn't think I'd miss them as much as I do. I can't even tell if it's night anymore."
Thomas turned at the non sequitur from Lieutenant Courtenay. He'd been helping the man take a walk in the hospital garden. The lieutenant was still getting used to walking around on his own. The stick in his hand swung about wildly.
"Well, we've just had tea, so it's afternoon," Thomas chuckled, unsure what the man was on about. "It won't be night for a while yet."
Courtenay stopped and turned his whole body to face Thomas. "One can know something and still not be aware."
"What do you mean?"
They started walking again, Thomas helping the Lieutenant find the path again. He waited for Courtenay to continue his thoughts, sensing that the man needed a moment to gather his words. It had been like that since Thomas had met him. Lieutenant Courtenay had a way of speaking that made Thomas want to hear his every word.
"My grandfather taught me the different constellations. He liked to point out the stars that made pictures in the night sky," Courtenay finally said. "It's one of the things I remember about him most. And now, I can't even see them anymore."
The weeks after Dr. Clarkson had told them that Lieutenant Courtenay was to be moved to Farley Hall to convalesce, after Lieutenant Courtney was…gone… Thomas refused to go outside after dark, made sure that the curtains on his windows were always firmly closed.
If constellations remembered, Thomas had no need of that.