#guaritrice

"Le accompagnavo al rogo e sapevo che erano tutte innocenti. E poteva capitare a chiunque".

“That is ... marvellous news, Miss Tutch.” The blood vial he had clutched in his fist was in a spot of danger, given how tightly the demon’s fingers had curled around it. What in Hell’s name did he have to do to finish Sinclair off? Short of making the city a nuclear wasteland, the man seemed near-indestructible. Sebastian had been in the establishment for almost a month now and still he’d made no progress. At least, not on his ‘patient’ front. But Helen? His suspicions about her grew by the day. Wherever she was, his efforts never succeeded. And her talk of the Almighty only served to irritate him further. “I sincerely doubt that.” He muttered as she left, the vial shattering in the demon’s grip.

Helen Tutch had just become his new assignment, and she would have to go.

" what does tequila taste like? " Helen do this.

​❝ You’ve always been this good at guessing...? ❞ Whether one claim or the next was correct went without a say, leaving her to wonder, but not for long, as something else was bound to steal her regard. ​❝ I’ve been wondering if you’d like to lick the batter off the bowl... But I could just discard it. ❞ 

“Of course, dear. I wouldn’t do anything to harm your reputation.” For a moment she thinks to the day of the clinic, when she’d exposed a certain scar… her brows twitch and she wonders how deep the trauma could lie, to maybe… possibly… give a child split personalities. Because that was what it felt like.

Her and her bleeding heart… sympathies keep her from questioning too much, keeping her in the dark. Looking only at the picture-perfect smile he wears, and thinking of the boy with the eye patch who could hardly maintain eye contact.

“Yes, that would be nice. But…” And she leans forward, taking his face in her palm to brush it with her thumb. “You have to tell me if you are feeling unwell. Please? With others you may worry of appearances, but… with me, I promise it is safe to be honest.

I only wish to take care of you.”

What a curious situation they had been thrown in, Ciel thought as he asked tanaka to set the game ready to be played and provide them with some tea and cake to snack on on the side. This poor nurse, by some cruel twist of fate, must have treated his brother before. Why else would she swear such loyalty and protection for a boy he had only met once over a little rash upon his wrist? There were empathetic people, and Ciel was certain the nurse was one of them, but there were limits to human kindness. If she would worry about any patient to this extent, she would have killed herself with kindness long ago.

He was mildly amused by how she had deemed the twins interchangeable without suspecting a thing, but explaining the entire situation would have without a doubt made her dizzy in the head. Besides, the little brotherly rivalry would certainly add up to her many worries.

Ciel sat down with a smile as the tea was served, looking at the nurse warmly.

“I thank you for your kindness. I have many worries, but only few which threaten my health,” he said. “I promise to confide in you whenever I have a worry such as this one so you may be at ease.”

❝It’m not misbehaving!! YOU were misbehaving!!❞ the boy thunders, and attempts to keep her pinned to the wall. He does not even know what he is planning to do with her, but anger and jealousy make him blind with rage. She had been late today, very late, with nothing scheduled she ever told him about, and he’d waited, not feeling like having dinner before she arrived. Unfortunately, he had to wait until late in the night.

It did not help that he was too slow with reading to decipher any of her letters even if he managed to spy on her. For the last one, he had enough time to read some words, but it seeemed to be a harmless one about some orphanage. 

❝Where have you bee-!?❞ he wants to ask, but his question is cut off by how she raises her hand. Was that it? Was she going to strike him? His angry gaze becomes stubborn, eyes blown wide in anticipation, but then, instead of being hit, he’s being pulled into a hug, rendered speechless for a second.