☠EDITED☠

I decided to update, cause I love you all.

Guys, I just realized how horribly written "He's Coming" is, I'm crying.

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Chapter 17:

Catherine's POV:

As I walk down the hall to the cafeteria, I'm stopped by a guard.

"Where are you heading, ma'am?" He asks, his light blue eyes lit.

I'm struck in confusion by his politeness. "Oh, I'm just headed to lunch."

"May I walk with you?" He ruffles his blonde—obviously dyed—hair.

"Of course." My heart warms up.

"What's your name, gorgeous?" He asks, kindly.

"Catherine, and you?"

"Very nice to meet you, Catherine. And, it's Nathan."

"Very nice to meet you, too." I smile, as we get closer to the cafeteria. "How long have you been working here?"

"Oh, not long. Maybe, a week? Yeah, about a week." Nathan replies, adjusting his uniform.

"What made you want to go into the psychiatric field?"

"I love helping people."

"That's a beautiful thing." I smile.

"Yeah, I guess it is." We enter the cafeteria. "It was nice to talk to you. But, I have to go on watch. I hope to talk to you, soon."

"Yeah! Bye, Nathan."

"Bye, Catherine." He waves, as I hurry and grab my food.

As I'm getting food, the lunch guy asks me, "What would you like? Pizza, or spaghetti?"

I was confused. Spaghetti was only served on Thursday, and today was Tuesday, "Come again?"

"What one would you like?" He asks, again.

"I thought it was only a pizza day?"

"Well, it was requested that you get a choice, honey." He smirks, his eyes averting to the nurses lined up against the wall.

"Oh? And by who, Dr. Jenkins?"

"No." He motions his head over to the man who hurt Bethany.

"Oh." So, I was getting "special" privileges now, without the doctors consent?

"So?" He asks, getting irritated.

"I'll go with pizza, thanks."

As I sit down with Elaine and Lee, they raise their eyebrows, "What was that small chat about?"

"Um, it was weird. They asked if I wanted spaghetti or pizza..."

"But, I thought we only got served spaghetti on Thursday?" Elaine asks, confused.

"Exactly." I say, licking my lips.

"And, you denied the spaghetti?" Lee asks, weirdly.

"It wasn't approved by Dr. Jenkins!"

"So? Honey, if you're offered spaghetti, you take it." He purses his lips, sassily.

"Shut up, Lee." Elaine laughs.

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