I Want To Paint Your Lips - Eleven
“What should we do, Sir?” The two men watched the security camera footage of the arts room, the patient and care taker holding each other like they couldn’t get close enough. “Should I remove his care over the patient?”
The black man’s eyes rolled over the screen, clear quality as the caretaker, Mr Fong, stopped his patient, and they both reluctantly locked up and removed themselves from the room. He had respect for the caretaker, one of the better known men for his pairing with the infamous Delirious.
Pairing had suddenly become something closer and it was worrying for the cameraman and his supervisor. There had been bad incidents where caretakers had gotten too attached to patients and it was never something to work out well. Attempts of smuggling them out of the building, and unchaining them to be free mostly ended up with murder and/or the caretaker earning a room and strait jacket of their own.
They weren’t fun to deal with.