All In Your Head (TheNerd & Treasure)

Damien lifted his head to glare at the door. He spent about a second wondering why she didn't just come in then tossed the thought aside. "Breakfast? Really? That's what you want me to do? Oh, go stuff yourself." He pulled the pillow over his head.
 
Celia nodded, unfazed, and just made sure he didn't freak out as she stepped away from the door, back into her quarters, hyper aware of what might happen.
 
Damien was happy to stay in his little dark cave. He still didn't know why the nurse didn't just come into his room, but he did not care. Whatever. Let her do whatever she wanted. Maybe she'd get fired and he wouldn't have to deal with it anymore. For now, he'd enjoy the down time.

Finally, he dragged himself out of bed and dressed. Time to stop laying about in bed. He turned to his work and started writing up a thought he'd had with his head under the pillow.
 
Celia kept a watchful eye through the peephole she had to Damien's room from her little hole in the wall, seeing what he was doing, and taking her own notes. She was going to wait until she had her chance to step in and possibly make a difference.
 
Damien worked in silence for about three hours. He would have continued, but a pinch of hunger distracted him. He stood for a moment, debating. He couldn't think straight on an empty stomach, so continuing work would do no good.

"NURSE!" he yelled suddenly, throwing the sheets over his boards. "GET IN HERE!"
 
She heard and stuffed her journal away, while running in quick succession to Damien's room, opening the door. "Yes sir? Anything you need, Mr. Damien?" she chirped.
 
"Yes, I need food," Damien mumbled, sitting in his somewhat rickety chair. His mother had considered decorating his entire new room with new furniture, but he'd begged her to just give him whatever cast-offs were availible. He didn't want the shiny new stuff. Most of this was perfectly usable. "Food and something to drink."
 
Celia nodded with a slight smile. "Right away, sir!" she chirped as she almost immediately went downstairs to the kitchen, not wasting any time. She had noticed the dreary conditions and found it somewhat like home.
 
Damien winced and rubbed his temples when she left. Ugh, her piercing voice was like a knife in his aching head! He closed his eyes as he waited and tried to rest. His head throbbed in time with his heartbeat. Maybe he should take his medication... but then his head would be all fogged up. He hated that! He just rubbed his head and tried to wait it out. Food would help.
 
Celia had searched for the cook today, but he wasn't around, which was odd. She assumed he'd been fired and started to make breakfast, thinking a bit about Damien and his cold sarcasm. She was quickly preparing a nice meal of porridge, eggs, fish, and bacon, humming to herself a bit. Of course, there wasn't any rush to the dish, just preparation went by extremely fast.
 
"And what, exactly are you doing?" asked the head housekeeper as she came in. "Breakfast ended hours ago. If you wanted to eat, you should have come when it was the servants turn to eat."
 
"Mr. Damien himself asked me to bring him breakfast, ma'am, this isn't for me," Celia said calmly, hoping quietly that she wouldn't have to deal with many people today. Her food was taken care of by...other....means, to put it lightly. The scent of all the humans around her was starting to get to her head, and it awakened part of her inner beast, and now she had a certain midday bloodlust concealed within her behind the calm, cheerful, collected facade.
 
The head housekeeper's lips thinned, but she finally nodded. "Very well. Then you had best hurry along. It is best not to keep the young master waiting if he is finally willing to eat of his own volition."
 
Celia nodded, saying, "Yes ma'am." She went to finish making the breakfast, when the hunger started to set in. The bloodlust grew with each passing moment, and she was keeping the beast inside, caged up for now. It was far from being Monday, and she'd have to satiate her hunger by then, otherwise she'd be discovered a werewolf, surely.
 
The head housekeeper had alright walked out, leaving Celia alone in the kitchen.

Upstairs, Damien waited for Celia, twitching with hunger and pain as his headache slowly grew worse. Where was that girl?? Did she go out to kill the chicken herself or something?
 
Celia finished it up and plated it all, hurrying up the stairs with care to not spill anything, relieved she couldn't smell any humans anymore. She then knocked on the door, saying, "Mr. Damien sir! Breakfast is ready!"

She tried so hard to keep from saying or doing anything stupid. The hunger and thirst grew and grew, and if she wasn't careful, she could transform midday and be staked for all she knew.
 
"Hurry up and get in here, then!" Damien snapped. "What are you waiting for? A red carpet welcome? Trumpet fanfare?"
 
Celia opened the door and came in with the platter, having included some fresh chicken with the fish. She instantly smelled blood from somewhere, and she was now trying her darndest not to act animalistic, succeeding in part.
 
"Put it on the table there," he told her, pointing to the narrow table by his bed. "Where's the water? Or lemonade? Or something to drink? Do you want me to choke on that dry food?"
 
Celia realized that in her clouded mind, she'd forgotten the one thing she made first: the lemonade. "N-no sir, I'll get the drink right away!" she stuttered a bit, just as she rushed down, worry mixing with the bloodlust. She'd really forgotten the most important thing....how stupid of her.
 
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