I think that wasn't what Anon had in mind for "you have nothing to be ashamed of", Ash...
Oh, really? Hm, maybe I should try again...
CW: Whump of a minor (OC is 17), referenced drugging, dehumanizing language, pet whump
Honestly, Nancy loathes more than anything the days Mr. Branch has her take Baldur to the basement. It's not that he fights her - he can't, even if he wanted to. They train all that nonsense out of them.
No, he follows at her heels with nervous glances side to side, as if hopeful someone will jump from an unused office and cart him outside to smell the darned flowers or whatever it is he daydreams about. The pills he takes each morning make him slow, but she doesn't mind.
Gives her more time to stop to check the dust levels on old side tables and the frames around the portraits of past governors, as the lanky, wasted-away teenager wearing a collar with a softly jingling tag stumbles slowly after her. His eyes wander the walls, focusing on everything and on nothing.
But he follows.
Down the steps and into the back room, and that's when the boy starts to shiver, like a frightened animal. He looks at her, pleading, and she steels herself against how similar he seems, sometimes, to her own children at home.
"Go sit," She commands, pointing to the back wall. "The Governor says you need to be neither seen nor heard tonight. He's having some very important people over for dinner."
He's having an advocacy group for missing persons over for a fundraising dinner and to crow about his achievements in passing a new law. An actual missing person would somewhat spoil the moment.
Nancy sets her jaw as the boy's shoulders hunch. He moves, though, sitting down on the floor. Knees to his chest, arms around them, only those big green eyes and his mop of coppery hair showing, the faded suggestion of eyebrows.
"I, I haven't eaten... today." His voice is small. "Miss Nancy, please. Can... Can I have... something to eat?"
"He'll feed you when he's done." She goes to pull the cord that will turn on the single lightbulb in the room, but Baldur shudders and she stops. "What?"
She might sound snapper than she intended.
"I... Will you please leave... it dark?"
"Why?"
He swallows, curls in on himself even more. His navy sweater must be Oliver's - it's too big and hangs off of him as though the poor thing were a coat hanger and not a-
person
pet.
"I... I like the, um, the-... I like the dark better, Miss Nancy. Please. Please... Please let me have... the dark." He drops into a whisper. "Please."
It reminds her of her daughter, after she'd had some sort of young-love heartbreak, asking for a movie night to cheer herself up.
Mom, please. Just ask Mr. Branch to leave early. Please?
Just like that.
Nancy can't bring herself to respond. There's a pain in her chest, suddenly, a pounding in her heart. She closes and locks the door, leaving him behind. She threads her way around the rows of boxes that hold more than a century of things owned by prior state governors.
The pain doesn't fade.
Guilt nags at her, unfamiliar and unwanted.
Nancy pauses at the steps, looking back over her shoulder at the closed door, thinking of the teenage boy in the dark room, curled as tightly as he can be. A silent, pretty little toy kept captive while the party for a charity searching for those just like him goes on just one flight of stairs away.
She sets her chin, squares her shoulders, and keeps moving up and away.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of," She reminds herself. "You're only doing what you must, what you have to do. He's a pet, Nancy, nothing more."
Still, as she oversees the final preparations for the dinner, she asks the cook to set a slice of cherry pie aside, wrapped in plastic. And an extra plate with a bit of everything from the feast.
Oliver Branch's dirty little secret will be terribly hungry by the time he's allowed back out of the basement, after all.
And it makes some of the pain in her chest fade, a little.
But not all of it.
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Turning off the reblogs on this. At the time I wrote it, it felt like what I needed to say. There's not as much activity on the post now, but when there is, I feel...sort of hollow. We're so far past the point where this even means anything.
Y'all remember "cops aren't supposed to kill guilty people, either", right?
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to die beneath the rubble of their homes.
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to be shot with expanding bullets that cause massive tissue damage leading to amputation.
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to have their flesh burned away with white phosphorous.
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve their fishing boats blown up.
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to see their husbands and fathers executed in front of them along evacuation routes.
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve an anonymous phone call threatening to destroy their lives and families.
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to be detained for years without charges.
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to be tortured, starved, and sexually assaulted in prison.
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to be deprived of water.
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve their olive trees to be uprooted while they look on.
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve sixteen years of blockade.
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to be prevented from traveling for lifesaving medical care.
Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve this genocide.
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you know what boils my blood.
over the last 2 weeks, i've seen countless patients walk into my urgent care center, symptomatic for so many things, refusing to get tested for covid and flu, citing that they don't want to knowingly bring it to their holiday tables. i had a patient tell me, verbatim, "i don't want to test for covid, because i don't want to be the asshole who brings it on a plane."
i understand that - i understand that holidays are times where people look forward to meeting loved ones that they might only see once a year, or where they get a break from the hectic back and forth of their lives.
but here's the thing - whether they get tested or not, they will bring whatever they have to their holiday tables. it's pure recklessness to know that you're sick, and walk into someone else's house spreading the disease.
today, january 2, i saw 91 patients, many of them who have tested positive for covid and flu. many of these patients are the same ones who didn't want testing 3 days ago, until their events were over, and now, they will have to reach out to everyone they know to let them know that they were positive because they were showing symptoms well before their event.
the next week or two? we're going to see many, many more, all people with symptoms that started around christmas. these are the only two viruses we test for rapidly in our office, but they are potent and can be fatal in many people.
so here's why i wrote this post, and maybe it's a little late, but - if you care about your loved ones, please get tested if you know you're sick. it doesn't have to be at a clinic if you don't want it to, because the over-the-counter tests work just fine too (if you test within 5-7 days of symptom onset). just...please don't try to run from the knowledge that you might have covid, because immunocompromised people, elderly people, people with co-morbidities like asthma, pregnancy, diabetes, etc...many of them may not recover. and they may not be sitting at your holiday table in the future because of it.
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