Spirit Lake Ep. 1.20

Roy stepped into Paul’s room making sure not to make to much noise. He didn’t want to wake Paul up.

"You came." Paul was sitting up, Charles’ journal in his hands. He smiled when he saw Roy.

Roy apparently didn’t have to worry. He walked over to the bed, pulling a chair up, and sitting down.

"Find anything interesting?" Roy gently took the journal out of Paul’s hands.

"No. Well, kind of. It’s kind of sick."

"Sex stuff?" Roy laughed, tempted to ask for details, but stopping short realizing the man he was talking about was his monster of an uncle. "Real kinky?"

"It’s not like that. It’s..." Paul took the journal back, and flipped the book open. "Here, read."

He handed the book to Roy.

July 7th, 1990

Brian no longer fights me. It makes like easier. Unlike his sister. She was impossible. I had to give up on her. It was to much of a risk. All the scratches.

Roy closed the journal, looking at Paul, shocked.

"Does this mean what I think it means?" Roy’s voice was choked, and he could feel his jaw tightening. "Did my uncle..."

"No!" Paul took the journal back. "It wasn’t sexual. It was... he would steal Brian’s blood. It’s to bizarre to even describe, but he would steal little drops of Brian’s blood."

"What for?"

"I haven’t gotten that far."

Roy took the journal, hiding it in his jacket.

"When can you get out of here?" Roy leaned forward, kissing Paul gently.

"Well, Dr. Walker said I could leave in two days, why?"

"I want you to stay with me." Roy took Paul’s hand in his own. "It’s not really a moving in thing. It’s more of a... I want to take care of you until you can take care of yourself, thing. Plus, with all this weird stuff going on... I really don’t want to be alone."

Paul smiled.

"Me either."

They kissed again, then Paul scooted over in the bed, making enough room for Roy to join him.

They just lay there, until both of them drifted off to sleep.

-*-

The woman in the black cloak watched Paul and Roy from the bushes. She could only hear bits of what they had said, but she already knew that they knew to much.

"Helen," as the woman spoke, Paul’s former nursed stepped out of the shadows. "Do not rush it, but I want you to talk care of those two."

"And the journal?" Helen lowered her head, making sure not to glance at the cloaked figure in front of her.

"Destroy it." The woman’s voice was a sharp hiss. "Charles was stupid to keep it in the first place."

"Yes mistress." Helen bowed.

When the nurse finally looked up, the woman was gone.

Nurse Helen Fitch walked back towards the hospital, her mission clear. She would take that meddling Dr. Walker out in the process.

She would protect the society, and cure an annoying headache at the same time.

For the first time in years, Helen smiled.