Cool Blue Reason (narrative)
"Get off of the ground you idiot," Eddie sighed, rolling his eyes in a dramatic manner at the sniveling patient whom at present was groveling on the floor at Eddie's feet. As much as Edward adored being worshipped it was a much different circumstance when the subject at present knew naught much more than a broken six year old child and was trapped in the body of a very grow up man. "Please don't make me call the Doctor, I doubt you want a visit from him any time soon."
The man whimpered and Eddie huffed, kicking at the man with a green leather shoe lightly. The man emitted a giggle-cry and rolled on to his side without a fight of any sort.
Bored, Edward sighed. "You are worthless. Completely worthless and you're in my way. Go back to your cell," Eddie ordered, pointing up the row of doors to the one standing ajar a bit down the hall from where he stood.
A frown creased Edward's brow, and the giggling, half-sobbing patient peeled himself from the floor and fled in desperation back to his cell appropriate.
"Finally," Eddie breathed. Why had he been out of his cell in the first place? Usually Jonathan had better reign on his patients.
Pulling his cell phone from his pocket, Eddie pressed the speed dial for his lover and held the phone to his ear.
"I'm sorry but the number you have dialed is no longer in service. Please hang up and try your call again." That was not the voice Edward had been expecting. Confused, he pulled the phone from his ear, checked the number and knew it was correct. Again he got the same automated tone in reply.
Weird.
Next, Eddie tried dialing Effie.
Again, the same tone.
"What the fuck? What is going on here?" He wa afraid. Instantly afraid and very upset. The only logical explanation was that the City had pulled one of its tricks and had taken them.
Breathing hard, Edward dialed the last number he knew even though he didn't want to.
"Yeah? Whaddya want, Eddie?" Came the sleepy voice from the other end.
Relief touched him. But only for a moment. He was stuck here. Alone. With Harley. Good God.
"Get in here right now. We have a problem. A serious problem." Then he hung up on her.
Stalking to the front, Eddie threw open Jonathan's office door and it was vacant of any traces of the man in question. As if he had never existed.
That was the last straw. Eddie sank down in the doorway, pressed a shoulder hard against the jamb and put his face into his hands. Wracking, body-shaking sobs consumed him and he knew they wouldn't stop until they were good and ready. His family was gone. His family. Everything he has ever worked for didn't matter anymore to him, he wouldn't see his husband, his baby girl anymore and it broke him. It broke him.
The man whimpered and Eddie huffed, kicking at the man with a green leather shoe lightly. The man emitted a giggle-cry and rolled on to his side without a fight of any sort.
Bored, Edward sighed. "You are worthless. Completely worthless and you're in my way. Go back to your cell," Eddie ordered, pointing up the row of doors to the one standing ajar a bit down the hall from where he stood.
A frown creased Edward's brow, and the giggling, half-sobbing patient peeled himself from the floor and fled in desperation back to his cell appropriate.
"Finally," Eddie breathed. Why had he been out of his cell in the first place? Usually Jonathan had better reign on his patients.
Pulling his cell phone from his pocket, Eddie pressed the speed dial for his lover and held the phone to his ear.
"I'm sorry but the number you have dialed is no longer in service. Please hang up and try your call again." That was not the voice Edward had been expecting. Confused, he pulled the phone from his ear, checked the number and knew it was correct. Again he got the same automated tone in reply.
Weird.
Next, Eddie tried dialing Effie.
Again, the same tone.
"What the fuck? What is going on here?" He wa afraid. Instantly afraid and very upset. The only logical explanation was that the City had pulled one of its tricks and had taken them.
Breathing hard, Edward dialed the last number he knew even though he didn't want to.
"Yeah? Whaddya want, Eddie?" Came the sleepy voice from the other end.
Relief touched him. But only for a moment. He was stuck here. Alone. With Harley. Good God.
"Get in here right now. We have a problem. A serious problem." Then he hung up on her.
Stalking to the front, Eddie threw open Jonathan's office door and it was vacant of any traces of the man in question. As if he had never existed.
That was the last straw. Eddie sank down in the doorway, pressed a shoulder hard against the jamb and put his face into his hands. Wracking, body-shaking sobs consumed him and he knew they wouldn't stop until they were good and ready. His family was gone. His family. Everything he has ever worked for didn't matter anymore to him, he wouldn't see his husband, his baby girl anymore and it broke him. It broke him.