Elliott ignores me as she leaves without another word, back to Kameron's room.
I pushed off the cabinet, "She didn't give us shit that we didn't already know. She needed to keep going!"
"She gave us more than what I thought she was going to give us." He says to me, his eyes still focused on the hallway she escaped down.
"And do we believe a word she says? That she isn't in on this whole Divine cult bullshit?"
"Did you not hear the way she talked? Her body language during that whole confession? You really think she is faking that?"
"I've seen a lot of fucked up shit in my life. I wouldn't be surprised."
"Geez, give her the benefit of the doubt, please. You know how it feels to have nothing in this world and scavenge scraps from whoever will give them to you. You don't know her story yet, Marcus."
He knew just how to push my buttons and this time was no different. He was right, I did know all too well how it felt to crave scraps of love from unworthy people who only used my loyalty for their own evil gain. I knew what it was like to think that being kicked, beaten, and then given specks of affection was what love was. I used to lick the floor for those scraps.
"Whatever. I'm going to go fuck with the cyberwalls." And with that, I leave Hunter to himself.
11
Elliott
I was walking around the room, my limbs unable to stay still.
Now that I had left my cocoon and stepped outside of the room, I was getting antsy. I was like a moth emerging only to mindlessly circle a flame. I didn't want to lay down and my body felt like it was itching to run. I was uncomfortable staying stagnant but I needed space from the conversation earlier, and I also needed to get this pent up energy out.
I stopped pacing, looking at the door and decide, fuck it.
The door opens and I'm startled by a man standing right on the other side. It takes me a moment to realize this man is the doctor I met days ago. I step back as he gives me a small smile, "Elliott. It's nice to see you again. And out of bed I see."
"Hi. I wasjust—"
"I came to check on you and to see how the antibiotics were working. I see you’re doing much better than the last time we saw each other."
"Yessir." I bow my head.
"Please, call me Raf."
"Okay…Raf, thank you."
"Can we chat for a bit?"
"Ummm…I —"
"It won't be long. Please?" He motions to the room.
I nod, "Of course." I stepped back, allowing him space to come in.
He stands there as I close the door, turning to face him. I cross my arms over my chest and fidget on my heels.
"I'm glad I gave you those antibiotics, your lab results showed that you had a pretty nasty infection, I hope they didn't upset your stomach too much. I know you weren't eating much then."
"I’m okay, I've been eating more now." I pick at my shirt.
"Good. Good." He inhaled deeply, "Look Elliott, there is no way to approach this other than to say it. I apologize if this is hard for you to hear."
I swallow hard, my eyes connecting with his. The severity of whatever he’s about to announce is undeniably clear. "Okay…"
"In your urine sample there were traces of…male DNA." My vision narrows on Raf as my ears roar. My heart picks up the pace as he continues, "I compared it with samples of DNA I have for the men I work with. The men you’ve come to know, and they were not a match. So I have to ask Elliott, and I hope you can forgive me but as a medical professional, it is my job to make sure my patients are well. Did you have a relationship back in Everton?"
