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"Indeed Cein..."
He remained silent, as if now used to silence. She too didn't say anything, just looking at him. She is angry with herself; she is hopeless, dumb indeed like he calls her. She can't do anything to save him... Yes, she wants to. She wants him to be alive, happy, full of life, smiling and dancing, but... it's not possible. She knows it. He is too broken to be repaired.
But still, that small hope inside her never dies. That day... that moment, she remembers that... when she was assigned here to treat patients, when she saw those greenish eyes sharp, piercing into her soul. His file said he had killed 7 psychiatrists in the past. Yet something in her heart felt strange that moment. That man bound with chains, rough against his skin, covered in blue and purple bruised, truly pierced her heart more than his eyes did. He seems to hate everyone. Sure, he... hates me too.
Today is the same as usual. They again beat him, hit him, tortured him. At least they could give him something suitable to eat, but no! Stupid people! Her eyes rolled on their own at her thoughts about his mistreatment.
Her bag's opening sound filled the cell for some moments. He, as usual, didn't care... uh! He did peek at her. Liar he is, as she said.
"Seriously, doctor? Huh?" His expression was taunting, yet his heart... oh! His heart amused. His heart beating? Yeah, he had, at the end, a heart.
"Um... yes, seriously. It's food." She looked up at him.
"I can see... you know." His eyes darted away again, hardening just to show, of course, that he didn't care. When he indeed felt those heart beats a moment ago.
"Then have it. And well, this time I brought a spoon. Can't have you biting my hand all the time in case," she said, picking up her spoon, taking some rice, vegetables, and curry from the small box of her own lunch, which she saved for him, offering the bite near his mouth.
He refused to open his mouth, his pride hurting a little, but then when he again looked at her, her hopeful eyes again with that glimmer of hope... Damn it! He is bad! Stop begging to make him good! Because he is afraid that it's indeed working.
Angry eyes yet still somehow vulnerable, he took the bite quickly, gulping. Doesn't want to still show how he just agreed with his... doctor, yeah doctor.
The act of him acting like almost an angry kid made her smile, her hopes even higher with every spoonful of food he takes.
After finishing, she closed her tiffin box, putting it back in her bag, the smile still plastered on her face.
Watching her find something else in her bag, he said, "Are you going to feed me some candies now, doctor, eh?"
He thinks she takes his words to heart when he always taunts her, but alas, it makes her smile even more. He shows emotions only with her, almost like an achievement for her. "No," she knelt down in front of him. He almost got a bit startled by her act, but his eyes fell on that medicine tube in her hand, opening the cap of the tube.
His heart again felt those forbidden emotions. Damn it, no!
"What are you doing, doctor?"
Her concentration solely focused on applying the cream to his wounds: near his bruised hands, cheeks, lips, near his eyes.
While doing so, his eyes never left her focused one, even for a second.
She knows he is watching... internally, but still, she doesn't stop. Her determination to bring the impossible self of him back making him again plead in his heart... please don't.
After applying the cream on that last wound near his ear, she stood up, his eyes locked with hers, waiting for her to say something. Damn it, please say those unspoken emotions, feelings...
Her eyes focused equally on his eyes too... waiting... please say... say those unspoken words... tucked in the heavy blanket of silence... as usual.
Yet no one spoke... indeed silence was their language. It seemed as if they could almost communicate with their eyes. Yes, they are not good with words. And when between two people, neither of them is good with words, they make silence their language.
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