"So, how was kitchen duty?" Kit's voice greets me as I enter the day room. My eyes find him as he gets up from the couch and walks up to me, a smile on his face.
"It was all right I suppose." I tell him, "But I think Allison was acting off. Have you noticed anything going on with her? She claimed nothing was wrong, but…" I pause, "I just don't know." Shaking my head I pass him on my way to the couch. Absently I rub my stomach, feeling the stretch of my skin beneath my thin dress.
"Allison?" His face scrunches in confusion as he tries to think, and I look back down towards my stomach as he searches for an answer. "I don't think so? But I don't really know her, I mean everyone in here seems pretty off ya know?" He coughs nervously after he finishes that sentence, "Except maybe you. Sorry Sammi."
I roll my eyes, "It's all right Kit. I know what you meant."
"You sure she was acting funny?" I look back up at him, my hands still running along my stomach slowly, "Maybe she was just tired or something?"
"Yeah, maybe that was it." I sigh, "I hope that was it." Shaking my head I give him a sad smile, "I think my imagination is getting the best of me, I'm becoming a paranoid person."
"Aren't we all at least a little paranoid?" He waves off my concern, "You'll be fine." He gives me a wild grin and we laugh, and already I feel much better.
"I guess maybe it's true what they say."
"Hmm, and what is it that they say?" Kit raises an eyebrow at me, still chuckling to himself.
"Laughter really is the best medicine."