The entire morning Catherine was edgy. She was certain that man, Chaos. She'd chuckled upon remembering that. Who was honestly named Chaos?
On the way to work, she'd kept alert, preparing to strike at every sound. At work, she'd jump up as soon as the door opened or she heard a man's voice.
By the time midday meal break came around she'd finally calmed down, and slunk off to the alley behind the building to snack on an apple before returning to the front desk. She crouched down beside the door, just out of the way so if some idiot flung it open it wouldn't hit her. No one had ever actually come to get her, but she could never be sure. Better safe than sorry.
And safe she was, when a younger nurse, Mestelle, came out to retrieve.
"There's someone out front who's a mind to see you, Miss Catherine." Mestelle said, bursting through the back door, "He's rather handsome, too, if you don't mind me saying so."
Catherine shook her head, "I don't mind at all, but I'd rather not meet with him. Could you tell him I'm not here?"
"We already told him you were."
"I feared as much." Catherine got up, tossing her apple core into the nearest disposal bin. She might as well go get this creep out of her life now than later.
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