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|| Dear Winter || AJR ||
Winter was trying to eat dinner when Ezra knocked. "Come in," she had been expecting him after hearing him burst into Elise's room. The door slid open, spraying him before he entered since Winter was still under contact precautions. "Stupid thing," he choked on aerosol sanitizer as he entered, shutting the door behind him. "Why didn't you tell Elise?" He asked, sitting on the edge of her mattress. "Tell Elise what? Why aren't you wearing shoes?" He wiggled his bare toes. "I threw them at a soldier to distract him so I could sneak." Ezra replied, looking at the roof. "Why didn't you tell Elise about Good Smiles?" He asked, watching her stirr mashed potatoes around on her plate to make it look eaten. He reached for her ice cream, but she slapped his hand away. "Not that one, I want it." He picked up the saltines from her plate instead.
"It wasn't relevant I guess. She's been busy doing her thing, I've been busy not dying, you know?" She asked as Ezra crushed up the saltines and put it in her mashed potatoes. "What'd you do that for?" She asked, glancing up at him. "Try it now," she sighed, taking a bite. Not as bad, she supposed. "She could barely believe it when I told her! She started alluding that, that's where your talent came from, then stopped herself." Winter laughed, "typical Elise. For someone as smart as her, she sure can be narrow minded." She shook her head, reaching for her ice cream, but Ezra stopped her. "Chicken first," he parented. Winter rolled her eyes, but took a few bites. It was dry and flavorless, considering she was on a bland diet. He handed her ice cream back, Winter popping the top open. It was nice and soft.
"When do you think you'll get out of here?" Ezra asked, swinging his legs. "I don't know, apparently therapy is going well, I can feed myself now." They were already at the end of week one and Winter was exhausted. She couldn't imagine another two, possibly three weeks of this. "I'd rather fill out paperwork than look at another weight ever again." She sighed, flopping back against her pillows, ice cream in hand. Ezra took her plate, finishing off her food for her. Good, at least Julian would be happy that someone was eating it. "Lidia says that once I'm finally on my feet, I'll have to be in my own room for safety reasons." Winter put air quotes around safety, she knew what Lidia actually meant was because Winter's immune system was shot after two transplants within the span of two months. She also might need supplemental oxygen while asleep, which could be noisy.
"I just don't want to go blind with rage and hurt myself again." She was stressed thinking about it, truth be told and the possibility that she could seriously injure someone, or kill them. "You'll be fine," Ezra assured her. "You're just lucky you don't have to share a room with Carter, ugh. He snores like a truck!" Winter laughed, she hadn't expected that. "Hey, have you seen Gray? Apparently no one's spotted her since they took her away." Ezra glanced around, there were three cameras in Winter's room so the nurses could keep an eye on her while she slept. Her bed was also alarmed, just in case she fell out. "Not here," Ezra mumbled and Winter understood. They were keeping her somewhere, weren't they? But why? Gray hadn't done anything wrong. Was it because she was a former military officer to the Nobles?
"Ezra," Julian opened the door, exasperated. "You can't just walk in here like you own the place, I've gotten six calls about you alone in the last hour." He didn't even flinch as he was sprayed down and waltzed right in. "Winter, why is Ezra holding your plate?" He knew exactly why, but he would let her answer. "He was hungry, so I let him have some of mine." Julian shook his head, "you were supposed to finish that." He pulled the ice cream from her hands, Winter glowered. "No sweets if you haven't had any proteins."