Chapter 4: Day 152
"I really wouldn't."
Ciel jumped at the voice and turned to see Sebastian.
"...Have you been following me?"
"I came to check up on you. You have been gone for ten minutes."
"I've only been here a few seconds!"
"..." Sebastian walked over, readjusting his glasses. He placed one hand on Ciel's cheek, cupping it, removed the eye-patch and turned him to face the mirror.
Absolute confusion struck. He realized he couldn't see out of his eye like he could before. He was blind on that side. Focusing the other eye on the mirror image, he saw his eye was dulled but with odd red blotches and lines. Still, in the center of his eye were faint scarred cornea scratches in the shape of the pentacle. It was around his entire eye, enlarged and rather horribly done.
"... I don't think you're the only one who belongs in here."
"What happened?" he tried to hide his shock.
"The police had you in questioning. You refused to answer their questions and tried summoning help from some underworld demon of some sort. Detective Abberline went to go see where you would get this idea and you and your brother were held for a few days.
"Your mansion wasn't completely burned down; rather crisped, but still there, intact... He found demonology books in your brother's room. The next morning, someone had found a bloody sewing needle and that scar over your eye. The police believe you did it to yourself."
"That it was your brother? I do. Unfortunately, that's what landed you in here; what sane person could do that to themselves? I'll admit, he did an okay job. I used to look into these things as a child and got a tattoo on my hand. Luckily gloves are a necessity in this job."
"You're sick!" Ciel placed the eye-patch back on, this was all going too far!
"...Food is ready." he muttered, walking out of the bathroom.
His 'doctor' was crazy. That's all he knew. Whatever Sebastian had given him was causing him to have nightmares. Reluctantly, he headed out, realizing he was actually hungry.
Wait... he hadn't eaten anything that morning. He hadn't felt very well... Maybe a fever was causing this dream?
"...When I wake, I am ordering Sebastian to get me a doctor..." he made a mental note.
By the time he got back to the kitchen where his food was waiting, Sebastian was leaning against the counter and eating a similar salmon meal.
So, the doctors must have had a different fridge if the 'crazy people' got disgusting food and the staff had something as nice as salmon. Great place...
"...Don't you find that revolting?" Demons didn't like the taste of human food...
"Do you not like salmon today?" the dark haired looked genuinely confused.
"Never mind." he went to the plate and fork, sitting in one of the chairs set to the side.
"You have a session with the therapist today. Also, late tomorrow afternoon, Doctor Lau and his assistant are visiting to check on your medication. Would you prefer to speak with Doctor Spears or Doctor Grea today?"
"...I get a choice?"
"Yes." he nodded, setting his plate in the sink and getting an annoyed look from one of the cooks.
"Can't I pick you?"
"Not for a session like this."