~ Mental Ward at Mercy Hospital~ {chksng19}

[kimbra_ailis]

"He mostly gets what he wants from me, so he rarely hits me these days...." Krista watched Cian walk toward her. A slight smile coming to her lips. For a moment forgetting about the other two people in the room. Leaning her head against the door jam. "There are always exceptions. He does not like me laughing at his bruises and bloody lips.... He would probably have killed me if I said out loud that I thought it was cute...."
Moving her hand to her jaw. Krista watched him carefully looking for a confirmation that he really had been doing it for her. " I really dont mind the beatings.. I am kinda use to them by now... Doctor Pytka attributes it to my psychosis getting worse.... Another reason to keep me admitted.... "
By now he was close to her. Not close enough that he could touch her yet but it was only a matter of steps. It made her wonder if he would really close that distance between them. Krista was not sure how much he knew. She had no doubt he was stronger mentally and physically than many of the patients. She also guessed he was not stupid enough to take the meds that the doctor handed out like candy. "Besides a few bruises are the least of my worries.... And a few other of the women in the ward..... There is no revenge great enough to make up for the games and drugs.... "

[Chuckdom19]

"Krista". Nice to finally have a name for her. I watched her, carefully assessing her responses and such. She seems a fragile soul, but needed her freedom so badly, I had to bring her along. Besides, we shared something deeper inside... a darkness, an inner depth. Exploring that will be good for both of us.

I listened to her, venting some of her pain about Doctor Asshole and the folks at the hospital. She looked as though she was opening up a bit, calming down. She needed some reassurance that things here would be safe for her. Chester was kind of scary looking, and while Marta is a pretty woman, she's muscular and a little coarse.

"Rusty, err, Krista," I said, getting closer to her, seeing her clearly head-to-toe for the first time, "would you like something particular to drink or eat? Chester and Marta are going grocery shopping for us, and will bring back anything special you like." I walked slowly, looking for signs that I was scaring her by coming closer.

I was about two feet away from her and saw her eyes widen a bit. "I'm glad to finally meet you, Krista. I hope my nickname for you doesn't upset you. May I take your hand and take you to a seat? Or perhaps, just a short hug? I've been waiting so long... had a picture of a Rusty Blackbird on my wall to help me think of you. I thought you and I, that we, might someday be friends."