Snippet #1048967

Roarke's nurse had come to the window and joined by sitting next to him and looking at his picture over his shoulder.

"You drawing places now?" she inquired. Her tone suggested curiosity but Roarke told himself that she was doing her job and trying to gather information in case he may be more of a threat. He had to play it well enough. He had already hidden the pictures of the "special patients" as she reached around him and took the book. "Mind if I take a look?" she asked with the sound of a little child but her eyes scanned the pictures of the cafeteria and the scenes outside each of the windows and doors. The people were included but they were not very focused due to the fact they weren't important in the pictures. She was trying to decipher some meaning to the drawings. She knew of his ability and the dangers of his "art" could do. But she could see nothing threatening, nothing out of the ordinary, it was just scenery pictures.

"I was simply trying to find something to block all the other noises out," he said trying to reassure her. "I don't like a lot of noise, and the cafeteria was more noisy than usual. I looked out a window and just noticed that I haven't actually walked outside so I thought I could at least draw it. That way I wouldn't have go out. But unfortunately there are angles that allude my vision. I can't get the scope of the whole place." He said, starting to sound agitated. He placed his hand on his head, "If, if only I could see it" he was grinding his teeth now.

The nurse knew this behavior and started talking in soothing tones "Listen, perhaps after your talk your doctor, if all goes well, we can ask if it might be possible for you to take a walk around the whole building, and if you want we could have a walk inside the building as well. You could see some places you haven't yet."

Jackpot Roarke thought. He suddenly started to act calmer and lowered his hand from his head. "I'm sorry," he told her.

"It's ok sugar," she responded." No worries" she looked at him and his past guilt and present guilt welled up inside of him.

Damn her eyes he thought. "When is the appointment again?" he asked.

"He is seeing a patient right about now. We are after her" she remarked as she finally handed the notebook back.

Roarke remembered that the one girl had left down the same corridor he usually went to. "Could we go there now, and just wait outside the door?" he asked sheepishly " I use that time to draw." The nurse smirked and got up and offered her hand. Roarke gathered up his stuff and smiled at her hand. They both knew he his paranoia wouldn't allow him to touch another person's hand, especially one he doesn't trust. It was a cruel joke between the two of them. It told him she had truly not forgiven him for what had happened to her. Roarke was surprised how well she was doing after that incident. She shouldn't have been able to live through that.

Just another puzzle piece to solve, Roarke was becoming a little more excited and thrilled of escaping. Roarke decided he would draw his nurse later and see if she too was "special".
They got up and made their way down the corridor.