I'm back!
So my only real excuse is that my computer went on the fritz and I lost it as well as all my stories.
But now, thanks to my mom, I'm back!
I have all but the last chapter written for this story guys!
Enjoy!
(Oliver's POV)
Walking into Briarcliff, locating Sister Jude my top priority. I was in shock at the state of Mister Walker in our meeting yesterday and my aim was to attempt to talk to the insane Nun. A small white figure shuffling along caught my attention, Cassandra; she of all people did not belong here. A smile crossed my features, until I saw the limp in her step.
I never saw her yesterday, the orderlies would say she was sleeping whenever I would ask, now it appears that she was apart of the little escape incident Mister Walker had mentioned.
The blonde's head was down as she shuffled her feet, stepping into her path, intending to ask her if she knew where Sister Jude was hiding, I wasn't expecting her to run into me. Reaching out I quickly caught her, surprised at how light she was.
"Good morning Oliver."
She smiled at me, attempting to hide the pain she was in.
"Good morning Cassandra, are you alright?"
She nodded.
"Just a little morning stiffness, that's all."
I wasn't fooled, but smiled at her all the same.
"What brings you here so early? Do you have another meeting with Kit?"
I shook my head.
"No, I'm looking for Sister Jude, have you seen her?"
She continued to smile.
"Aren't you always? Last I saw she was heading for the bakery."
I nodded, about to ask her if she had in fact, been trying to escape. When an orderly walked up and announced that Dr. Arden wanted to see Cassandra. She nodded at the orderly before turning to me.
"My public awaits. I'll see around Dr. Thredson."
With a wink she followed after the guard and I was left to find Sister Jude on my own.
(Cassandra's POV)
I could barely breathe as I eased myself into a chair, barely glancing at the chess game between Grace and Kit.
"What happened to you?"
Grace asked while I placed my head on the table and shuddered.
"Apparently Sister Jude wants to deter any more attempts at escaping, she had Dr. Arden preform a Thoracoplasty."
"What's a Thoracoplasty?"
Turning I gave Kit a look before focusing back on the ground, my voice coming out in a whisper.
"It's the surgical removal of ribs to collapse a lung, it was a treatment for TB."
Grace gasped.
"He did what?"
I nodded.
"Removed six ribs, three from each side, I counted."
Our little group went silent for a moment before Kit started talking again.
"We're planning another escape attempted Friday night, you in?"
Lifting my head I looked at him.
"Why Friday night?"
"There's supposed to be a storm, so they are holding a movie night, it's the perfect condition."
Shaking my head I stood up.
"No thanks, I think I'm just going to continue my time here for a little bit longer."
Shuffling out of common room I wondered down the halls, feeling my stitches stretching my sides painfully as I reached Oliver's office. Reaching up I knocked on the door before opening it, not surprised to see that the room was empty. Shrugging I walked over to the chair in front of the desk, took a seat and fell asleep.
(Oliver's POV)
Walking into my office, or according to Sister Jude the room that is no longer my office, I was surprised to see the blonde I know so well curled up in one of the chairs.
"Cassandra?"
She didn't move and I became concerned, walking around the chair I looked at her. She was pale, covered in sweat, and her dress was stained with blood.
"Cassandra?"
Shaking her shoulder, I was relieved when she opened her eyes, but they were dull, lifeless, much like my victims after I was finished with them. I found I wasn't fond of that look on her.
"Oliver?"
Her voice was weak.
"Cassandra, what happened?"
She closed her eyes for a moment before opening them and lifting up her dress allowing me to look at the two blood soaked gauzes covering her sides.
"Thoracoplasty."
I cursed.
"Don't move Cassandra, I'm going to help you."
She nodded slowly before closing her eyes again. Standing up I silently left my office and made my way to Dr. Arden's office. Not surprised that his office was empty, quickly gathering what I needed to help Cassandra fight the infection that was setting in before it could get to far. Walking back to my office I carefully closed the door and placed what I had stolen on a shelf before turning to the still unconscious Cassandra, picking her up I carefully laid her down on my desk, she gasped in pain in her sleep. Sighing I lifter her dress and carefully cut the two gauzes away from her skin and looking at the stitches and the red skin surrounding the two incisions.
With a heavy sigh I went to work.
(Cassandra's POV)
Waking up I looked around to realize I was still in Oliver's office.
"Good, you're awake."
Looking over I smiled at the man while noticing I was sitting on his desk.
"How do you feel?"
I held my head.
"Like I've been hit by a bus."
Oliver laughed lightly before helping me off his desk.
"You've only been out for an hour, lights out in thirty minutes."
I nodded and hugged him lightly, causing him to stiffen under my touch.
"Thank you Oliver, if it wasn't for you I would probably be close to death."
Pulling away from him I offered him one more smile before leaving his office and making it to my cell just before lights out.
My dreams taking me to a better place, where I wasn't in this hellhole, a place where I could maybe be happy with Oliver.
(Friday night)
Everyone was in the common room, waiting for the movie to start. I was sitting next to Oliver, I felt better, but I was still weak. I made light conversation with my friend, as I liked to think we were friends after he saved my life, we never talked about anything to serious, not with so many ears around. Our conversation coming to a halt as Sister Jude blew her whistle that she loved so much.
"Take your seats! Take your seats! No more dillydallying! Sit Down!"
One look at her and I couldn't believe my eyes, Sister Jude, the nun who has forsaken all worldly pleasures, was drunk.
"Welcome, one and all, to Briarcliff Manor's inaugural movie night. Whether this evening marks the start of a, of a beloved trend, tradition, or just another bitter disappointment, is entirely up to you."
She unsteadily pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket.
"Now…settle in, relax, and return with me now to ancient Rome as we present the 1932 Cecil B. DeMille classic, The Sign of the Cross, starring Miss Claudette Colbert as the Empress Poppea…or "Po-ppea," and as the Emperor Nero, the incomparable Mr. Charles Laughton…who I understand is an enormous whoopsie."
At that time thunder clashed and everyone screamed, I just sat back and watched with amusement as Sister Jude began to lose it in front of everyone.
"Now none of that! None of that! None of that. Chin up! Chin up high! Hey!"
She laughed a little.
"Don't be afraid of the dark. At the end…of a storm…is a golden sky…and the bright silver song…of a lark. Walk on through the wind. Walk on through the rain. Though your dreams may be tossed and blown…walk on, walk on…with hope…in your heart. And you'll never walk alone. You'll never walk a…But she was alone. A tiny, little fragile thing out, out in the world, in the gloaming. And the storm that came…was not rain and it was not wind. It was something…altogether else."
She gasped and looked around as another clash of thunder brought her back to reality.
"Lights!"
And just like that we were surrounded by darkness as the movie started.
"What the hell was that about?"
I giggled at Oliver.
"She's bats, haven't you noticed? And maybe a little drunk."
He gave me a look as I smiled and turned to the movie, finding myself grabbing his hand as I silently prayed for my friends, and that they wouldn't be stupid enough to try another escape.
Halfway through the movie the lights were turned on, the movie was turned off, and a very pissed off Sister Jude could be seen walking towards the screen.
"So much for the movie."
Oliver glanced at me, hearing the disappointment in my voice as I turned and watched Sister Jude, quickly spotting my friends, and the reporter, soaking wet. It appears they had tried to escape, but had to come back, I wonder why?
"Movie night is at an end."
I heard someone complain that it wasn't over.
"Yeah, well, they all die. Satisfied? Now listen up! There will not be another movie night nor any other special privileges in the foreseeable future. And for that, you can thank the three scofflaws who abused my good will."
I scoffed, the woman had no good will.
"A sex-crazed deviant, a Mexican, and a pinhead won't get far in this storm. I hope they all drown out there. Lights out in ten minutes."
I sighed and stood up, looking up at Oliver.
"Are you going to try and drive in this mess?"
He shook his head.
"No, I figured I should stay here with the storm."
I nodded and lightly grabbed his hand before releasing it and following the rest of the inmates out of the room and into our corridors, happily sitting on my cot as my mind drifted, again, to Dr. Oliver Thredson.
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