Lilyannas page pg 11

Without a second delay, Elizabeth stowed Lilyanna into her small cabin. Leaving her in her chair Elizabeth walked out, and headed to the lab to search for Mike. He was at his usual station and was writing something down, a series of numbers, letters and symbols. He glanced up, and jumped with a start. He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed.
"What Elizabeth?" He grumbled as a pathetic greeting. "Is there anything I can do to help you?" he turned to face her slowly.
"The doctor messed up and the Experiment is unable to complete its training for today." She started, and had her arms crossed in annoyance. "I don't have the time to care for it, so I need you to do it instead. Do you understand?"
"Wait, what happened?!" Mike frowned in concerned and looked down at his hands as he fidgeted. "Is she okay?"
"It's nothing, I just need you to do the job you were given and do it well." She ran her fingers through her hair impatiently, "You have permission to eat in the cabin. Keep it there until further notice. Most likely until tomorrow morning." She snapped her fingers at a nervous worker, obviously new and pointed to where Mike was working. The worker nodded and moved over, scanning the notes, eyes daring a glance every few seconds. "Now go, we can't risk ruining our one chance to show off our work."
"Yes ma'am," Mike nodded and headed out and to his waiting patient. He walked briskly to the cafeteria, grabbing two containers of food. He decided to indulge her since she wasn't going to be scrutinized by the adults. He knocked on her door when he got to it and then slowly opened it to look into the quiet dusty room.
He saw Lilyanna, pitiful and still in the wheel chair she was brought in. He picked her up out of it, sat on the bed, and put her on his lap. "You poor thing…" he sighed and looked at her sadly. She stirred and lifted her head, it was as if it weighted a ton.
"Papa..?" Lilyanna groaned, her eyes fluttered open slowly. She sniffled as the pain caught up with her. "I hurt… all over…" She gripped Mikes shirt and tugged weakly at it. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a sleepy pain. He gave a small frown.
"I'm not your papa Lilyanna. It's just me, Mike." He told her firmly, brushing his hand over her cheeks, making her flinch. She whined at him a bit, uncomfortable from the pain and being groggy.
"Where's my papa? Where's my mama?" She sounded panicked and shook a bit when he didn't respond. "Where Mike?" She asked, tears welling up in her eyes, starting to spill over. "Why haven't they come to get me yet, their little girl? Why do they let the doctor do what he does to me?" She slumped over and cried, still shaking, especially when he rubbed her back silently.
"You don't have parents remember…?" He reminded her, his voice gentle and kind. "You don't have a mama, or a papa, or anywhere to go. Nobody out there past these walls know you exist and probably never will. That's the truth," He whispered, trying not to overwhelm her and rocked her, kissing her tear streaked cheek.