MORTUUS

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

"Habits huh." She asked however, it didn't sound like a question to me but I still nodded. Then everything went silent as she got to work, nothing but her occasional hmm.

I tried to keep my eyes on what she was doing but my neck wasn't having it and since I couldn't gauge how much I could turn my head without snapping it, I stopped trying to look altogether besides seeing a needle go through the skin of my arm made me a little queasy.

I paid my attention to the surroundings and saw that the door was wide open and I had a full view of the main entrance, this door however was closed. I could feel my thoughts drift and I held still, I didn't want to think about it. Being in denial was the only way I could go through this right now, accepting it was an entirely different matter.

I still had my eyes on the main entrance when it pushed open with a loud bang. Karen swore. I wasn't sure if it was because of the loud noise or because I jerked. "Sorry," I said and turned to glance at her, forgetting the intruder for a few seconds.

"Don't apologize, this is not your fault. Melvin!" She turned her neck more than a hundred and eight degrees and my eyes nearly popped out of my socket. She held this position as she yelled at him.

"What is wrong with you?! Don't show up banging the door! Where did you go?" She threw all the words at him at once. It was weird to see her mouth move with all that force whole her body remained stiff and in position. Her hand held the needle and thread as my hand rested on the surgical table.

Taking my eyes off her, I turned to look at the figure that by the sound of his footsteps was closer than before. I tried to keep my face as bland as possible but my eyes betrayed me ever so slightly. He was short.

I'm not the tallest of people and I do not like to size them up but there was no pretending that Melvin was of average height. My first thought was that he was a child but I could see the age on his face, he looked no younger than his twenties and I meant late twenties.

"Don't yell at me Karen, it's unbecoming." My eyes widened further, his voice was a shock, nothing about him prepared me for what he sounded like. Not his soft appearance and certainly not his height.

His hair was tied in a ponytail and he had on blazers, it was a very odd sight. His voice however was even weirder, deep baritone that would scare me shitless if he called out to me in the dark.

"Don't tell me that when you leave and come as you want." She took her eyes away from him and concentrated on my arm, picking up from where she left.

He doesn't stop working until he stops directly in front of me. "My name is Melvin. What's yours?" It took me almost a full second to realize the question was directed at me.