Of Rage + Purity

bloodsoakedpearls

i. daddy

The assissanation attempt to take him out proved to be unsuccessful. I was so petrified when that happen. I really thought that I lost him. But somehow, he managed to survive. Was it the Beast fighting against death? A miracle? I have no idea still to this day. But he lived and they had to give him back to me. He had to still remain in a hospital, but I threatened to sue if they didn't give him at least some extra rights and me privileges to see him if they didn't. Especially since I knew that they tried to stage his death and the death of the others as an accident; trying to make it seem as if they took each other out. But he told me different. So they gave him back to me.

I visit him every Friday. It was at the end of the school year and I wanted to let him know that I just got accepted into college. I was so proud of myself, especially since this was a stage in my life that I thought I'd never be able to get. In fact, I thought continuing my education like this was something I wasn't even allowed to have. After my experiences with Kevin and the Others, my traumatic and inhumane past, I knew that I wanted to study psychology. I wanted to be there for the broken. The ones that suffered like we did, and help them heal. Help them recover.

The security guard patted me down and granted me access into the hospital. A loud buzzing sound blasted into the air as he placed his key card through the slot and the heavy metal gate was unlocked. He knocked on Kevin's door before swiping his key card again. "Mr. Crumb! You have a visitor."

I walked in and by his upward stance and arms tightly folded across his chest, I could tell who had the Light. I smiled at that old familiar face. The one that used to terrify me back in the day, but now warmed a deep part of my heart. "Hello, Dennis."

I found it slightly amusing that even though I knew seeing me was something that he enjoyed, he tried to remain stoic. "What are you doin' here?"

"I haven't seen you in a couple weeks, silly goose. I just wanted to check in to see how you were doing." I told him. I missed that thick accent of his. I looked down at his stomach. It still amazed me that he somehow survived that attack. It was still wrapped up. "How's the wound?"

"Still hurts… they help keep it clean and everything, but a little bit of blood got on my blanket when I was sleeping so I had it replaced." he explained to me.

"The blanket?"

"No, they bed, pillow and the blanket."

I smirked and held back a chuckle. I knew he couldn't help it due to his OCD, but I could just picture him getting completely horrified by the sight of a stain on his blanket and having everything thrown out of his room. I remember when he thought my shirt was ruined due to a crumb back when he held me at the zoo. This reaction definitely seems accurate to something like blood.

"I see ya all dressed up." Dennis observed. His facial expression didn't present anything but a slight amount of approval. "They're not dirty, or wrinkled. Very nice."

"Yeah I start my first day at my new school today. I'm in college now." I revealed. "I'm going to be studying psychology."

"Psychology…" Dennis repeated. "Good."

"Yeah," I nodded. I smiled again. "I really want to help the broken."

He didn't say anything back, but I could read his body language. He didn't want to talk about the broken, because it would just bring up memories of the Beast and the moment where he was shot and was a moment away from death. I was there when the brought it him into the emergency room. When they did everything they could to make sure he survived. But his eyes softened. I could see that my statement got to him, and echoed through to the other alters. He tried his best to cover up his vulnerability. He took a deep breathe in and merely said, "Good. Make sure ya look presentable like this every day. Carry some hand sanitizah and keep ya dorm spotless. I don't need you attractin' any diseases."

"Thanks daddy, I'll keep a note of that." I teased Dennis' paternal advice.

He just rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah… that's enough of all that. Just tryin' to make sure you're all set. No need to act like a wise ass."

I couldn't help but light up. I missed this so much. I'm not sure what I would do without him.

A/N: My writing skills I know are a little rusty but I got inspired by the moment in Glass where Dennis admires Casey's new clothes. He really seems like the paternal type to me. Like the father figure Casey never had.