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Day 36: Waiting Room, Lobby 2
Celes had actually relaxed enough, speaking to Naminé during lunch, to allow herself a small smile. It thinned into a line, of course when her nurse materialized from nowhere and swept her off, giggling over her 'surprise.'
"Oh won't it be nice?" she chirped as they walked into the waiting room. "You'll be so happy, I am absolutely sure of it." Celes's small smile thinned itself into a line and she was plunked into a chair to await her visitor. Perhaps I shall be lucky, she thought, looking at some ridiculous motivational poster. It won't be anyone I know, not really. Her nurse wandered away and Celes folded her hands on the table, the picture of impatient waiting.
"Oh won't it be nice?" she chirped as they walked into the waiting room. "You'll be so happy, I am absolutely sure of it." Celes's small smile thinned itself into a line and she was plunked into a chair to await her visitor. Perhaps I shall be lucky, she thought, looking at some ridiculous motivational poster. It won't be anyone I know, not really. Her nurse wandered away and Celes folded her hands on the table, the picture of impatient waiting.
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It had been little more than a week since they'd parted company on that trip. Parted, and never saw again. Something in Celes's chest felt hot and tight, she swallowed and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, they were dark with sadness. Five months was quite a lie to fabricate, and the worst was that he believed it.
"I will not let them touch it," Celes said, and lifted her chin in defiance. It was bad enough she was forced to stay here, she would not let them take eighteen years of her own hard work from her. They'd taken everything else, had they not? The feeling in her chest turned prickly, as if she'd swallowed a baby cactuar whole. "Noah, I..." Celes paused, "I wish that you would..." The name was wrong, of course, according to whatever fantasy land Landel had concocted but maybe, if she said it with enough feeling, would he...
...Would he snap out of that enchantment? "Remember that I only saw you eight days ago!" She stood, and finally lost her temper, pounding her fist on the table. "What about Larsa, Noah? Have you not thought of his safety?"
"Miss Kensington, sit down," an orderly reminded her gruffly. Celes frowned, but sat, knowing that refusal would only get her sedated. And she did want to see the Hound.
"Son of a submariner," she murmured under her breath.