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@car-a-madison
Margaret moved her napkin to cover the naked nugget. “Could you get me a notebook? They don’t pass them out here. One without the metal spiral, they’d remove it.”
Cara smiled softly, somewhat amused by the censorship. “Of course. I would’ve thought they’d give those out, that they’d want you to write. Yeah, sure, a notebook is no problem.”
“I will.” Margaret played with her chicken nugget, peeling the breading off before tossing it back onto the tray.
“Good. I can get you whatever you need... whether it’s technically allowed or not.” She’d gotten Cole a cell phone-- the same one that he’d thrown across the room in a fit of rage--, certainly she could get something for her friend, especially if it’d help in some way. Her eyes were drawn to the nugget, and she made a face. “I now understand why those are breaded.”
Margaret didn’t want to utter the words again. Instead, she rubbed her empty, deflated stomach to give Cara a hint.
Cara watched her, glancing down at the table slightly and hesitating before sliding the brownies back into her canvas tote bag. She reached across and offered her hand. “Okay, no pressure. But let me know if there’s anything you need.”
“I haven’t been eating much, so it doesn’t matter to me as much as it should.” She glanced at the brownies, shaking her head. “I shouldn’t.”
“Why not? Is everything okay?” Cara opened the bag and pulled one out. “We can share them.”
“They can’t serve chicken nuggets two nights in a row.”
“Dang, two in a row?” Cara slid over a Ziploc bag of brownies. She’d brought her own food, but still ate in the cafeteria with the patients. “Here. I have some of those macaroni and cheese cups in the break room, if you want. But you didn’t hear that from me.”
He was fairly calm now. His friend always had such a calming aura about her. That was probably why she was such a good nurse’s aid. “Well I had to confirm.” He grinned, speaking with a teasing ‘matter-of-fact’ tone. It had been weird not seeing Cara, but now that she was here..He was so happy. “What? Impossible, that would make me like nine hundred. You’re gonna be ten forever now.”
Cara sat down beside him, close, so she was leaning in the small space between his chest and arm. “Right. It’s been a while. You had to make sure you remembered me and my brownies, but you quickly realized I’m unforgettable, yes?” She leaned her head back slightly. “Yep. I’m probably going to graduate in December. Maybe sooner. I have to finish a couple more classes, but I’m becoming an oldie.”
This time he didn’t freak out as much when she touched him. He just flinched some. “Brownies..Your brownies are delicious.” He murmured, taking some deep breaths. Gooey brownies with Cara and his friends that cared about him. He smiled at her weakly, nodding “You’re like ten..” He teased, placing his hand over hers, evening out his breathing the best he could.
Cara managed a small smile, squeezing his shoulder lightly. “Well, thank you. I’ve been told.” She’d been avoiding almost everyone she knew from Harlow or Brown, trying to decide who she was without them-- without Cole-- and it was odd to be with Alex again. “Um, excuse me, I’m almost eighteen. An adult. October seventh.”
Looking around, he didn’t hear much. He was still dazed for the awful nightmare. The second he heard Cara he froze. He hadn’t seen Cara since he’d been back and this wasn’t how he wanted her to see him. Flipping his shit over David. “Baking..Baking..” He repeated, trying to calm down, forcing himself to think about how delicious her cupcakes were. He wasn’t back in Texas. He was at Glendale, where his brother wasn’t. He was safe..for now.
Cara nodded, her hand moving back to rest on his shoulder. “Yeah, baking. I make these brownies that everyone really likes, not to brag or anything, but they have sweetened-condensed milk and they’re super gooey and fantastic. And I’m also pretty good with pumpkin pie and cookies and cakes and-- well, I’m just really passionate about baking. Remember?”
“Don’t touch me!” Alex screamed, pulling his knees to chest, crying violently. He’d just waken himself from a nightmare about his older brother. It was very rare that he even had dreams, let alone nightmares. But when he did, they were always awful and made him freak out.
Cara pulled her hand back, but leaned forward so Alex could see her clearly. “Hey,” She tried not to sound offended-- she knew he’d probably had a nightmare, as he still looked half asleep. “What’s wrong? It’s me, it’s Cara. You know: small, squirrelly, good with baking.”
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She sighed and said “It matters because that’s why I’m sad. My boyfriend is dead. Like… That’s why I’m depressed. And I’m pretty sure there’s not much you can do to change that. I’m sorry.”
Cara tried to keep her face somewhat steady as she flatly explained. My boyfriend is dead. She sighed softly and reached out to put a hand on the top of her forearm. “I’m sorry that happened to you. And I can’t change it. But I can make you feel a little better, maybe... being nice to people has that effect on them.”
“I mean…” She looked down at her hands and then looked back up at the sweet nurse. “Do you know why I’m in here?”
“No. I don’t see why that matters or should keep me from trying to help you. It doesn’t change anything about my job. Which is to help you.”
Make him come back she thought. Instead, she shrugged and quietly said “I don’t know… I’m just sad.. I know you want to but I don’t know if you can really help me with that.”
Cara frowned slightly at her words, shifting her weight slightly. “Maybe I can. Or I can take your mind off of it...”
“Look, I’m sorry. It’s just a bad day and I can’t think straight and all I can think about is Alex and I’m just… Sorry. I’m just having a bit of a time.”
“It’s alright. Is there anything I can do? I could get you some tea or something...”
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