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The timer buzzed, informing Ryan that 30 minutes had passed. He glanced down at his cellmate who was currently kind of curled up on his lap.
“Dal” he said, brushing the hair out of dallon’s face “c’mon, we got work to do, remember?”
Dallon mumbled something sleepily and untangled himself from Ryan
Ryan fiddled with his bag of supplies, all stark white and branded with the tellexx logo. The unsettling nature of scribbling notes on a clipboard about dallon’s state after taking mystery pills wasn’t lost on him by any means. He didn’t care if he was just as bad as addy though, if it kept them safe he didint fucking care.
“Can you feel it yet?”
Dallom nodded slightly
“Alright, I’m gonna start the questions. Are you up for that, love?” Pet names to distract from the scalpel sitting in the bottom of the stark white bag
That sparked a tiny smile “ ‘course”
Ryan clicked his pen “how are you feeling right now?”
“..fuzzy”
“In a good way or a bad way?”
“bad. brain feels like it’s sinking”
Ryan hummed “sinking?”
Dallon just nodded, wrapping his arms around himself
Sinking it is then. He scribbled the answer down “do you know how old you are”
He didn’t respond to that one, that wasn’t uncommon with the pill tests.
That meant The answer was No, he supposed. “Do you know what my name is?”
“r’yn”
“Yeah, good” he omitted the part where he said Ryan instead of subject B. He wasn’t sure if that would get Dallon in trouble but he didn’t feel like risking anything at the moment “Does your face feel numb?”
“Mm..mhm” dallon’s eyes had gotten all glazed over, something that had now become a very familiar sight.
“Are you happier than you were earlier?”
Dallon rubbed at his face again “no..don’t think so”
He nodded. That was the end of today's questionnaire. He frowned to himself. It was time for the hard part now.
“Sweetheart, can you roll up your sleeve?”
Dallon tensed slightly, but was quick to suppress it. He did what Ryan said.
Dallon would do whatever Ryan said.
Ryan blinked a few times, shaking that thought from his brain. He pressed a kiss to dallon’s cheek
Dallon looked at him with glassy eyes, smiling a bit
Ryan pulled the scalpel from the bag, doing his best to avoid looking at it too hard. He picked up dallon’s hand, kissing his knuckle too, which prompted a tiny giggle from his cellmate.
“What?” Ryan asked, furrowing his brow
“Your romantic” Dallon kind of laughed, slurring his words a bit
Oh god Dallon was adorable. Painfully fucking adorable. “Yeah, well..I love you” was Ryan’s lame attempt at a response
“Love you” Dallon responded hazily
He had to just get it over with. Augh. “Can you shut your eyes for me?” He asked
Dallon once again did what Ryan told him, squeezing his eyes shut.
Ryan brought the blade to dallon’s pale skin, creating a shallow slash in his boney arm. Dallon made a small whining sound, his eyes reminded locked shut. “Your doing so good, sweetheart” he mumbled as he dug the scalpel back into Dallon’s skin. The second cut was deeper, jagged edges and red bleeding lazily down his arm. “One more” Ryan said, more to himself then anyone else. The last one was the deepest. Dallon let out some version of a sob and kind of crumbled, He was sort of leaning on Ryan now. It felt terribly wrong. Ryan had done this to him, now Ryan was the one he was seeking comfort from. Disgusting awful manipulative abusive wrong wrong wrong.
He was quick to set the blade down, pulling dallon closer to him. God, ryan was shaking. Fuck. “Your okay, it’s okay” he mumbled to Dallon . This felt so fucking disgusting. “Was that- was that worse than normal? Does it hurt worse?” Wow, getting your report questions out of the way now, huh?
Dallon nodded, burying his face into Ryan’s neck. Normally the pills dulled it, these must have been amplifying it. That was new.
“I’m so sorry, love. I’m so sorry” empty fucking apologizes
After a while of holding him, Ryan pulled away enough to snatch up his clipboard scribble down the rest of his notes. It occurred to him then that this pill was likely going to be used during future punishments of theirs. A pill that makes pain worse, that sounded exactly like something addy would force down their throats. Well, he supposed he had been the one doing the forcing this time around.
He finished up his work and packed everything back into the bag, glancing back to Dallon once finished.
Dallon looked so fucking pale, so fuckinh tired, so fucking small. “Let’s get you cleaned up, ok baby?” He offered
Dallon nodded vaguely “ok, ry” he mumbled. He looked Almost green.
Ryan scrambled to go get the first aid kit, he made several mental notes to beg addy for ibuprofen to be included in his stupid little tool kits next time. Sigh. Next time.