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Curse of M, Chapter EighteenVon Ratched went to F wing, but his mind was not on his work. Mary, the human hovercraft, didn't receive nearly as much attention as she should -- something she was probably grateful for.Curse of M, Chapter Eighteen by SpamWarrior21
Lorna's flinch had disturbed him. He'd scared her enough times before now, but she'd weaponized that fear, turned it back against him. This was something new -- something very, very bad. If she was afraid enough to so blatantly betray it to him…well, for one thing, he was sure she'd try to kill him again. Sleeping in his apartment would not be a wise course of action.
For the first time, he truly wondered just what the hell he'd gotten himself into. He'd known from the start this wouldn't be easy, but now he was honestly questioning whether or not it was even possible. He'd never given up on anything in his life, but Lorna was…Lorna.
Perhaps he should move her to her own apartment for a while. A Spartan apartment, with nothing she could turn into a weapon, but somewhere she could sleep in
Curse of M, Chapter SixteenVon Ratched watched Lorna fall asleep, mildly amused. He didn't need to be able to read her mind to see the wheels turning, to watch her try to take apart his every sentence. It would be some time yet before she stopped second-guessing his motives, but let her. She would see, in time, that he meant what he said. Because he genuinely believed that he did.Curse of M, Chapter Sixteen by SpamWarrior21
He took her bowl to the sink and tidied up the kitchen, wondering how much of a mess she would make when she was up and about. She didn't strike him as the kind who would be very neat about their personal things, but she would learn. When the dishes were put away he put on a pot of coffee, knowing already he wouldn't sleep tonight. That was just fine, considering how much he had to do.
When he went to his office he discovered it was snowing -- heavy, wet flakes that were already piling up. That was going to make construction difficult if it kept up, assuming the weather didn't go too sour to even have anything delivered. He had plenty