Too good for me (Mi's side)

Too good for me.

Time I got back to my room someone had made it look like it had never been touched which I thought must have been Ava with the help of Edward. They would have been the only two besides Emmet and Esmee who would have been nice enough to do it. Some things had been taken away but most stuff remained now it had been fully searched for weapons that I may have got my hands on. I wonder what they would have done if they realised who had actually given me that blade with out meaning to; I wondered if doctor Jordan even cared.

I didn’t know how doctor Jordan had become like he had for he also wore the battle scars of his past as a badge on his arms but he had either forgotten the pain or blocked it out or at the very least got angry at it. Had someone been so mean to him before that he had just become the monster so the monster couldn’t brake him. It seemed to me the bullied and the hurt either became bullies or therapist depending on weather they decided to get better or get even. Esmee had chosen to get better, something in me said that Dr. Jordan was trying to get even.

Longing for some room to breath I lied down on my bed and closed my eyes trying to block out the fact that Edward hovered by my side for a few moment before taking a seat with his back against the wall.

“Is she sleeping Edward?” I heard someone ask that I did not recognize. I had at one point or another I heard all the staff talking but this was so unique that I was sure it was a new one so I could only assume it was either a agency staff member or someone new that I hadn’t meat since I was in the hospital. Which ever one it was there was something compelling about the voice. It was harsher then Emmet’s but it had the same sincerity behind it all the same. It was rough but smooth; strong yet subtle. Beautiful yet completely frustrating.

“I think so, she has had a long day.” Edward responded.

“Is she OK though, I mean she isn’t sick any more is she? I didn’t like seeing her like that.”

“She is recovered now. Where you wanting someone to talk to Connor?

“No, it’s OK and I’m sorry, I will go, I just needed to see her now she is better, I haven’t been able to get the other image of her out of my head, it had seemed so imposable that she could survive seeing her back when she was pulled out the bath. I just wanted to check that she was still Mi.” I almost opened my Eyes when Edward had said that the voice belonged to Connor. It suddenly made sense that his voice would have been as intense as his eyes but why did he sound so sad when he talked about that night, he barley new me and every time are paths had crossed he had just spent all his time staring at me like he was trying to test out the theory if looks could really kill.

“She Looks a lot better now Connor. Would you like to come in and see her if it will make you feel better?” Edward asked “It’s OK I’m letting you in.” I took all my effort not to shoot up in bed and announce that I was awake but something in me wanted to keep on hearing Connor speak. I had been trying to figure him out for so long and right then I had a chance to.

“She is so beautiful.” Connor whispered “So stunningly beautiful, why does she keep trying to kill her self Edward? Why does she starve her self and cut her self? I am sorry but I don’t understand?”

“I don’t know Connor, no one does but that is why she is here. I didn’t realise you two where friends though.”

“We’re not, We’ve never even talked.”

“Then maybe you should, she could do with a good friend by her side. She feels very alone sometimes.”

“Don’t be silly Edward,” Conner said laughing bitterly at the apparent idiocy of Edwards suggestion. “she is far too good for me.”