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Cecil was a patient at the Night Vale Mental Hospital. He'd been there for...well, he couldn't recall. Maybe he'd been there for years, maybe he'd only arrived yesterday. But when did he ever actually remember much of anything from before Night Vale? He had a pretty good memory of events happening in the hospital, though. He'd had more doctors than he could count on his hands come try to "fix" him.
Cecil never understood why he needed fixing. He was told that he "hallucinated." He scoffed at the thought. It's just them that need fixing, Cecil would often think to himself. After all, they were the ones who couldn't even see Josie's angels, whom they called hallucinations; their eyes needed fixing more than his. When he saw the Faceless Old Woman, or the Erikas- Josie's angels -he actually saw them. Cecil hated doctors and their fixing.
Well, he thought he hated doctors...that was before Carlos.
At first, Cecil thought he might be an angel. A perfect, beautiful angel, who made Cecil's heart beat stranger than he was told it already did. With a square jaw and teeth like a military cemetery. And of course, his hair; Carlos' perfect, perfect hair. Though he didn't follow Josie around, fix light bulbs, ask Cecil for ten bucks he didn't have, nor was his name Erika, so he couldn't possibly be an angel.
It didn't hit Cecil just how handsome Carlos was at first; he was ashamed to say. But when Carlos started talking to him, he was just so nice, and he didn't ever once mention "fixing" Cecil. Though the thing that hit Cecil like a slap to the face was his smile. He grinned, and everything about him was perfect, and Cecil fell in love instantly.