19th Piece

This is the 17th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.

He opens the door and we step inside. I get a better look around the place. It’s a pretty standard looking infirmary the basic white walls, people in lab coats, and different looking pointy things here and there. Possible weapons if anything go wrong, I immediately think. We head straight to Eric’s room. The nurse is standing over him and I take a better look at her. She looks to be in her 20’s has brown-red hair, wears what looks like pounds of makeup, especially on her eyes, is kind of on the short side, I'm probably taller than her and I’m what? Fifteen? I think so... I start making my way to Eric. I did not rush or fling myself toward him and start crying in his shoulder saying how much I've missed him, sorry if you were hoping for that you romance people. He’s sitting on the bed and it looks like he has some more color in his face which is always a good sign. “Hey,” I say quietly “Hi,” He replies. I take a seat on the bed next to him. “How are you feeling?” I ask. While I ask I look directly into his eyes to try and find the real story. “Pretty good, well better than before,” His eyes answer back saying that he’ll tell me later. I nod my head in the slightest way so that he knows I understand but anyone else will see as me tilting my head or something. He looks down at my wristband concern in his eyes. I completely forgot about it until now and notice that I'm still picking at it. "It's nothing, just a torture device made to look stylish," I say with a smile, "What is it really?" he asks his eyes not leaving my wrist, "It's just something that tells me that I'm needed." I lean closer and saying staring at his eyes, "I think there is a tracking device in here but I don't know, and if we don't want to look suspicious we had better change the subject." He looks into my eyes smiles a little bit then yells, “Look I can walk!” He leaps off the bed and lands heavily on his feet. I wince, but jump off the bed with him. I see the nurse’s eyes widen and she starts coming towards us, probably to stop him. It looks like he knows what he’s doing so I give her the death stare until she backs away again to talk to the guard. Eric and I prance around the room like a couple two year-olds but I don’t care. He’s wearing the same uniform as me and I yell “Look we’re twins!” He stops dancing, looks down, looks at me, and then bursts out laughing. I laugh not having a care in the world until the guard steps in. “It’s time to go,” He states in a loud clear voice. Eric and I exchange glances, link arms, try to stop our laughing, and skip out of the infirmary behind the guard.