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     The coily haired girl pulled a chair over and sat down. Her white coat folding and creasing as she did so. "Me and the Don. May I check your pulse? I'd like to look at your stitches too if you'd allow me." With her being so close it raised my anxiety. I didn't know her, nor did I feel too comfortable allowing her access to me.

      "Sure, knock yourself out." Without another word I shoved half of a pancake into my mouth. Aurora proceeded to check my pulse before lifting my shirt to check my stitches.

     "How are you feeling today? Have your headaches subsided? Do you feel tired? How much pain would you say you were in?" She spoke so quickly it was honestly rather hard to gather it all.

     "Emotionally wise I am fairly irritated. Physically I am in a decent amount of pain. I am exhausted, especially seeing I haven't been asleep very long." The moment words stopped coming from my mouth the other half of a pancake was placed into it.

     The blondes insult didn't really bother me. No one on this planet could make me feel insecure enough not to eat the foods I enjoyed. My Abuela taught me better than that.

     "I'm going to have you take some medication alright? It should help with the pain. Though you may feel more tired while taking it. So go ahead and eat and I'll have your things ready for you shortly." She placed two white pills onto the tray and then moved back to my stitches.

     She spoke again after I failed to give her a response. "You should stop moving so much, it almost looks like you've been climbing. You could tear your stitches and prolong the healing." Every word that she said sounded foggy.

     "Mmhm.." With the time she spent speaking I spent finishing off yet another pancake and moving onto my fruit bowl. Nothing could get me to eat the damn sausage.

     "Don't climb through the Skylight, we all know you were." As gently as she could her hands moved to replace my bandage.

"You are not in my position, Doc. I do not know you people."

"Leave us Aurora, I'd like to speak with her."
He walked in with a black bag in his hands. Without much of a fight Aurora gathered her things and left the room. For once I wished she would have stayed with me.

"Can I help you?" My eyes were trained on the bag. I couldn't quite understand why he bothered to bring it in a bag and not carry it in the open?

"Do you know what Micetta means, Elvira?"
It wasn't Spanish, so no I did not.

"You use it as a name, a title. So I'd assume that it means mouse?" A cognate perhaps.

"No, it means kitten. It is a word of endearment from my language. You're my little kitten, Elvira." He moved closer to me, eventually moving the cart of food away so that he towered over me.

"What is in the bag?" The question of the hour.

"I honestly didn't think you'd have enough balls to climb on the roof. Did you know how dangerous it is for someone with your eyesight to climb onto the roof? Very dangerous, Micetta." His shit eating grin was no where to be seen. He genuinely looked serious.

"What do you want?" Question of the week.

"You are always so quick with your words. Never explain in detail what you are talking about. Why not? I know your pretty little head is just swimming with thoughts. Yet you keep everything hidden." The switching between subjects had began to wear me out. I couldn't ask him one question without him answering with a different one.

"Get to the point. I'm tired of listening to you." I actually enjoyed listening to him. Contrary to my words his voice was incredibly soothing.

His grin returned as he opened the bag. He pulled a dog collar out that was centered with a bell and silver tag. I couldn't read it with him moving around so much.

"You'll be wearing this from now on. Remember when I mentioned that shock collar?" My eyes moved up to meet his. The threatening smirk never left his lips. "I warned you Micetta. Yet here you are trying to slip away through a skylight? I dare you to try running again." I slipped past him and kept my distance. Within seconds he was in front of me.

"You are not putting a collar on me." With one hand he slammed both of my hands above my head and turned me around. His hips were buried against me.

"You are going to wear it Bella, don't hurt yourself trying to fight me." With one hand he wrapped the collar around my neck and slipped the buckle into the right hole. Then he removed his other hand and pulled my hair out from under it. "I must advise that you don't try to remove it."

"Why?" I already knew why, but I needed to hear him say it to me.

"Because Micetta, it's a shock collar. If you try to remove it, it goes off. If you try climbing out of that skylight? It goes off. If you leave this room without my permission? It goes off." I wanted to kill him, honestly.

When my words didn't reach my tongue he spoke out again. "Do you want to know what it says?" His hips finally moved and after three steps away I turned to face him.

It wasn't too tight. Though just knowing that it was there around my neck was enough to anger me. I didn't want to know what it said. I truthfully didn't care enough.

   "It says.. 'Property of Marco Russo'."

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Song: I met Sarah in the bathroom

Thanksgiving break is over which means finals are next week and I couldn't tell you a single thing that I learned this semester :)

On another note, what kind of pet do you own?
(If any)