Singularity

Archive Log: 07

Onora's nose scrunched up, "I was waiting for you to say it, to be honest with you, Walter."

"Am I that predictable?"

She laughed and took his hand from her shoulder, she patted it softly before letting him go. "No." She continued onwards, though she stopped and looked around the corridor confused. Turning on her heels she looked back to him, "Which way?" She hadn't been allowed to explore much of this building really. So of course she wouldn't have a clue which way medical was.

Walter gestured a hand and walked forwards, Onora just nodded and trotted after him. "I am going to presume you will wish for me to not mention my staying with you to any of the others?"

"I would be grateful if you didn't."

"Though they may find out anyway." Small place, people talked. He frowned, "You might be ridiculed."

"I know." Onora hung her head with a sigh. People would probably find it amusing that someone going into space would be afraid of needles, and want moral support from someone who probably didn't even really know what moral support was. She frowned and stomped a foot, "I don't care!"

Walter looked at her with slightly wide eyes. Where that sudden shout came from, he didn't know. "Sorry?"

"You are the only person really so far that has made me feel welcomed. No offence to Karine, but, well, I've not seen much of her, have I? You're always there, Walter. And you don't have to stay. You didn't have to offer, even...if I get jokes sent my way because of my option of company, then I simply don't care. As you said, they have each other, who do I have?"

"Me." Walter said while stopping at a set of double doors.

She looked up at him with a smile. "Exactly!" She nodded and actually sounded a little sarcastic, but Walter wasn't taking her word as sarcasm because of the honest expression on her face. "I have you, Walter. And I am extremely thankful for it. Tell me, you can feel pain, right?"

Walter frowned, he didn't like the sound of this. "To an extent yes. My pain receptors have been modified through different tests."

"I only ask because I'm going to apologise in advance." Onora said while looking warily to the door.

Walter's head tilted in confusion, "For what?"

She smiled awkwardly and looked up at him. "For squeezing the life out of your hand." She pushed open the door and walked in with him following her. He did look down at his hands, and even look to hers. She was smaller than him, slighter and shorter. He already knew her hands could be easily enveloped in his own. How exactly she planned to do as she said, he didn't know.

He supposed there was one way to find out. He watched the simple exchange between Onora and the doctor present, there were other nursing staff around but they were all standing to one side busy with other tasks. He was sent curious looks, but ignored them when she reached across and pulled at his sleeve. Walter started forwards and stood next to the chair she now sat in. He looked with a curious expression of his own when there was a hand waved up at him a little frantically. He was busy watching the doctor prepare for everything, that Onora had taken to lightly hitting him on the arm with her hand. Seemingly she needed some sort of support way before a needle even got close to her skin.

Walter reached up and slipped his hand into hers, instantly it got grasped onto. Walter raised an eyebrow, she was seemingly stronger than she seemed. He gently wrapped his fingers around her hand and held on. He looked to the doctor when he wheeled over on a stool, he glanced at the pair. "You can look away." He said, though really the underlining hint of her actually looking away could be picked up. Her face was suddenly pale and nervous looking, she was eyeing everything up with a hesitant sceptical eye.