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Evey sat in the crumbled cotton sheets waiting for her breakfast. Her nightgown rolled up to her waist after hours of tossing and turning in her sleep. V. She couldn't stop thinking about V. He had been here, she knew it, he had to have come and visited her. Even if she didn't have any proof, he was always a gentleman. How could he resist? How could he have not? She could remember him vaguely, a breeze of wind through an open window, the black flame of his cape twisting around on the balcony before vanishing into the shadows inside the door. He had been here. She could smell him. And for a sweet moment when she had woken and known of his presence, she had almost felt happy his warmth had touched her, he had shed his pity upon her, he had come to care for her. If he could care.
In a snap she had come back to reality, and it made her sick, this feeling. Her heart ached for him a little still, wished that he was still here. She held back a few tears and she stared at the floor trying once again, yet now quite feebly, to think of something else. The nurse bustled in, the same one from the day before who had attempted to giver her an appetite for dinner, was now coming towards her with an eager look and a small tub of green jelly. Evey sighed and sat back in her bed, pulling her small table to sit in front of her.
"So, feeling better already ay?" the nurse said. She was large and wearing a lot of pink. A motherly comforting figure. Evey knew an apron that would have suited her perfectly. "Now if you don't mind I'm gonna have to give you your brekky after I give you your needle so just be patient."
"It's alright, I haven't got much of an appetite anyway." The woman smiled and shook her head a little.
"Girls gotta eat ya'know. Just look at you, skin and bones. What sort of food was he giving you at his place anyway? You look like your gonna starve." This woman seemed to have the same sense of what was and wasn't her business as Natalie. Evey didn't answer her. Listening to this woman brought the full image of V back into her mind. His cold, quiet demeanour, his smooth grandiloquent way of speaking, his eyes…oh his eyes. That soft pale blue, shade of sky in perfect contrast with the harsh pinks and yellows of his skin. Those strangely warm, soul-seeking, sadness filled eyes. He seemed almost…empty. They had only made eye contact once. For one long moment… the moment she had told him… I twinge of pain shot through her chest. She needed to take her mind off him NOW before she started to lose herself again.
"Bloke came in here last night" the nurse mumbled, breaking Evey's chain of thought. Couldn't be! Again! Why did he insist on torturing her like this! She rolled over toward the nurse, trying to seem nonchalant.
"Oh really." she raised her eyebrows a little faking some light interest, keeping her eyes on her jelly. "What did he look like?"
"Oh pretty tall. Hite bushy beard, carried a walkin' stick," she said busying herself with tidying the bed next to Evey's. They didn't make eye contact but Evey could tell from her tone that the woman was suspicious, her hands were shaking a little as she picked up one of the pillows and shook it back into its case.
"That'd be my uncle I think," she replied.
"Hmm," the woman replied.
This woman was so nervous evey could see her whole body shaking. She couldn't resist… it was after the revolution after all…and she wouldn't be too specific. What could happen?
"Or him," she tried to keep the laughter out of her voice but a little slipped out. "He probably would want to check in on me." The woman's motions slowed until she was still. The words lingered in the air. Evey offered the situation a light cough to break the tension but the woman was still quite unmoved.
A smile played on her lips for the first time in a week.