"Good morning Central City!! Its another lovely sunny day out there and love is in the air lets get up and follow it. Wohooo"
The radio alarm went on as usual , sounding through Adrians room, unexpectedly he was up early today, he was making breakfast, well just some toast and eggs but better than the delly sandwich filled with sodium. That wasnt the only unexpected thing in his room. In his bed was someone else , someone who has just sobered up and woken to their situation. She sat up, her hand covering her heavy breathing while her ears were glued to the kitchen where Adrian was cooking. She chekced her clothes , her dress was nowhere to be seen and she was in pajamas.
'What happened last night? How did I get drunk so much…. Yes that Berkley brat, I knew he was up to no good so why did I , why did I willingly take the bait..'
As she pondered trying to remember through her seering headache it flashed before her, the glimpse of Adrian talking to someone else, another girl, she didn't even bother looking who it was otherwise she'd realised it was Bette who was very much interested in someone else.
But that didn't click and now her face was beat red. She flopped back in bed digging her face in the pillow.
'Wait . If I'm here, in his room, drunk out of my mind… did something happen last night?'. Her face again in the pillow trying to hide her shame.
" Mrs. Powel are you up?".
" Eeek!!" Rosalind startled by his sudden appearance screeched.
" I'll take that as a yes. You really shouldn't drink that much, it's not good for your age. Sorry by age I meant as a mother not that you're old . Not like being old is a bad thing even my parents are old. Wait nevermind , anyway I made some breakfast for you."
This is what Adrian spoke. But in her dazed state this is what Rosalind heard
" My lovely kitten seems to have woken up. You should take care of yourself, it would deeply sadden me if you were unwell. Today I will take care of you myself princess, you wouldn't even have to bathe yourself. Here's some of the finest breakfast I've prepared for you."
• … Guess Rosalind is the tough on outside damsel on inside types.
" I can take a bath myself" She blurted out.
" If you want to, I'll get the water warmed up".
" No not that. I'll have the eggs". Rosalind groaned and streched grabbing the plate. Adrian stood , not still,hopping and hoping for a positive reply.
" These are good ,really good. Your hands are quite skilled" Rosalind throwing a rather suggestive comment.
"Yeah they comforted you last night too. Although you wouldnt remember that." Adrian replied innocently not knowing she doesnt know.
Roslaind coughed almost choking.'So somthing did happen last night. But how far did we go? Was i really that drunk? I need to know without gving awway that i dont know it.
Ahh how did i let this happen' Rosalind shyed away again. Adrian was ack in the kitchen now collecting the trial breakfasts and making his plate.
Rosalind jumps for the question "Sooo.. How was i last night?" . Amybe too much of direct approach.
"Well you are my senior so I can't say--"
"Be Honest" rosa interrupted firmly.
"You were quite the drunk mess. After we were done i had to clean the blankets, but its natural to occur".
rosalind's mind was racing 1000s time faster, 'mess, blankets dirty, natural. Oh my GOD did i really go all the way with a intern, someone half my age. Well not exactly more like 0.6 my age, ughh not now Powell. he hasnt said it explicitly so i need to dig deeper'.
"I really enjoyed it, what your hands did last night" Rosalind said trying to be sultry and succeding , she's a unbenoknst natural cougar.
"Oh thanks, i dont have much experience but i tried my best"
Still nothing concrete.Time to go nuclear.
"Whats cooking " rosalind got up adn walked to the kitchen, right next to Adrian.
"Oh nothing, just gathering the leftovers." Adrian's voice didn't stutter but his posture did. He shifted away while also avoiding eye contact.
"Where did you grow up"
"St. Charles, Missouri. Suprisingly my family wasn't so orthodox"
"Any friends you haad from there?"
"Yeah , 4 of em. Actually 5 , she's one the idiot's gilfriend, who still asnt proposed.Seriously matt needs to man up before someone swoops her off."
"You must be close."
"Yeah very. Matt's the dumb one who somehow got into investment banking, Jack's a fellow engineer ,chemical, Tyler is somewhat part of a band and John is part time barista part time construction worker and whatever else he can do to pay the bills. Detective Cookie has it rough"
"I'm sorry Detective Cookie?"
"Yeah funny story, when we were little John and i used to eat his mum's cookeis and muffins so fast she just couldnt keep the pace. even if she used to hide them to keep some for the rest of the family we used to sniff them out. We used to call ourselves Detective cookie and Muffin man. Mrs. Smith was alwalys shouting but never for stealing but because of overeating sugar. I argued once that if we use our brains we could easily burn the calories, and Detective cookie argued we could also run. So we just ran around in their backyard shouting our homework and random facts trying to do both. "
"hahaha oh my word , you definetly had a colurfull childhood" rosalind couldnt controll her laughter. She leaned on the counter and slipped a litlle. Adrian who was avoiding eye contact this whole time couldn't hide his face now. she noticed, he was grinning and blushing like a tomato.
"Aww your'e blushing so hard." Rosalind teased , not wondering why he may be blushing.
"N-no its nothing ". Adrian immedalty ran off ,tried to but forgetting his sea of carborad boxes he stopped almsot tripping. rosalind who was right behind him cornered him grabbing him by the shoulders. coming close, hugging him from the back, squeezing her big assets against his back. Adrian atarted blushing and stuttering like he was in the Antartic. Rosalind whispered slowly in his ears.
" hope you enjoyed last night". she really is a beast in sheep's clothings.
" I swear i didn't peak when i massaged you. Also my neighbour donwstairs helped you change. She even brought the soup."Adrian shouted a weight of his shoulders, but the soft weight on his back only got heavier.
"What masssage?" rosalind now puzzled.
"You dont remember? While we walked upstiars Mrs. Campbell noticed us and asked to help.She hleped you change, those are her old pajamas.she gave you soup to sober up. you then complained your back hurt from that tight dress so i volunteeered to massage you. When you were on the bed you seemed to enjoy the massage as you were groaning , apparently the soup was too much and you let it all out. So i washed the blankets , let them dry made breakfast and you woke up."
Rosalind shifted back letting him go.Squatted down and grabbed her mouth. Adrian crouched down to checki f she's fine. He noticed now she was beat red.
'I thought we had sex. I even flirted with him .AAAAHHHHH. Instead i just imposed on him ,asked for a massage and even puked on his bed. Ahhhhh'.
"Mrs. Powell are you ok.Do you feel feverish?" Adrian looked at her woriedly.
Rosalind parted her fingers and made eye contact. Too close.
'Ahhhhhughh" She let out a muffled sigh.
'Why is he so cute.I've never been this confused. This is the worst day ever'.Rosalind sat crouched covering her face while Adrian ran to get her some water.
In another dark corner of the city. The morning sun barely broke trhough the broken windows, the roads with towering pillars of concrete and glass, the road with puddles and beggers. Walking along was our Detective Cookie tired , he walked slugglishly. His clothes were wrinkled and his sleeves were dirty. Another all nighter shift ,no sleep, not enough food and enough burdens to crush a diamond. John was not in the best state of mind, his mind wavered between reality and hallucinations , between day and night, between right and wrong. His stomach growled , he tapped his pockets to scrumage up watever change he had on him. Seven dollars and twenty five cents, bloody 7.25 , that could barely gethim a okay-ish sandwich. All his earnings went to his mum's hospital bills and rent. He looked around and found a convinence store. Walking in he noticed the shopkeep was old, really old, his glasses made his eyes look like cue balls, frail with age, very ... very easy to intimidate or even atttack. John walked around the store contemplating , even in the AC a bead of sweat dropped from his forehead. It's not like the man will need much money to survive , plus he probably has family to support him, john made up his mind. He walked to the old cashier and put donw a sandwich.
"That will be 3 dollars". The cashier smied at him as he spoke.
'Well at least it aint that expensive'. John paid him and left. He scarfed down the whole thing within a minute . He looked back at the store, scared by what his thoughts
have devolved to he ran off. The morals of a good man often act as a prison rather than a virtue, to stay in them is painful but to break from them can hurt just as much.
Suddenly his phone rings,its the hospital, he picks up the phone in a panic assuming the worst.
"Hello, is everything okay?" John's voice cracked.
" I'm afraid we have bad news Mr. Smith. Although your mother is stable for now we don't know if it's possible to cure her." The doctor's words felt like a gut punch.
"B-but what about that experimental treatment, you said there could be promising results."
" That study is still under scrutiny. Human trials are still far in the future, unless some breakthrough happens in the next few weeks or S.T.A.R. Labs get their
accelerator going, the treatment is impossible to do.I'm sorry. Have a good day. "
John stood there, still as a statue, confused and not rageful or sorrowful , confused at what to do next, the nothing further todo. If the treatment isn't feasible then
no one can do anything, the only way to get the treatment ready was a scientific miracle, for now the hospital can keep her stable and buy her maybe a few weeks at most,
even that will dry the savings , even the money he got from friends wouldnt't solve much, no amount of wealth could buy her another day.
He started walking ,to the hospital, 'Better spend as much time with her i can. Might as well get some flowers on the way'.
He bought a single lily and a rose he got complimentary, the flower girl probably gave it as a gift for frequently visiting the shop, he didn't pay much thought to it.
Arriving at the hospital he walked , walked and then stopped outside her room. The old doorknob which would'nt hold against a single kick felt heavier than a truck. He
could'nt make himself to open it. he stood there, sillent, holding back tears.
"This is the worst day ever" his words were drowned by his tears, or so he thought. // Even in the loudest of rooms messengers of God will hear your prayers.
"Hey are you okay? " Nurse Caherine tapped his shoulders and asked worryingly. //But be careful because the devil's helpers can intervene and decieve, because the devil
was once God's faviourite angel.
John cried in her shoulders as she comforted him. Her hand caressed his head slowly , pating him, telling him
" I know it's tough, even God seems to have given up on her. You must have been through a lot you poor boy." She consoled him.
He got himslef togehter and thanked her for the shoulder. " Well, I'd better get going" John turned around and froze again.
" If it's too hard to go see her, you could join me for a prayer." Catherine suggested suggestively.
"I've given up from prayers to him. " John said angryily.
"You know J man's not the only God ." Catherine smiled as she spoke. John confused
walked with her anyway, as they dissapeared in the darkness of the afternoon.