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4. A Gift of Flesh

Millie POV. 

As the weeks passed by I had brought Brian's meals again and again. And each time I would, he would wanna talk to me like as if he was dying for some human companionship. I wouldn't blame him, it must be incredibly lonely here in an asylum with no friends, no one to really talk to. I had to admit at most times I enjoyed our little chats but I still didn't feel safe with him at all. I was instructed that every day for one hour I would be alone with Brian and chat and try to get inside his mind sort of speak. I told the doctor that I was not a cop or an FBI agent and refused to to do this but was ordered to. I felt that I had no choice so  day after day I would have to sit there and suck it up to spend time with him. 

Today I was bringing Brian some chicken soup since I was not feeling well, plus I didn't feel like creating a big dish for him. I entered inside his room after knocking I walked in with his bowl of soup and some bread on the side

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