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He woke up slowly, his arms constricted to his side and a weight around him ,mouth parched and limbs heavy..
‘What happened, feel like Alexandria used me as a rebound, he he ooh it hurts to laugh’
He coughed and lifted his head observing his surroundings, he was in the infirmary it seems and his cough alerted the nearby nurse, an angel if there ever was one, and he’d shank anyone who disagreed.
Golden brown hair tied in a braid and a cute face were the descriptors of the nurse who quickly reached his bedside.
“Laura..”
He croaked out his throat as dry as Ashbeast’s asshole.
She quickly tipped a glass of cold water in his mouth and he gulped greedily.
“What happened?”
He asked the nurse who gave him a dissapointed look and replied:
“I wonder, maybe you just wanted to see me”
She joked, and he knew it was joking since he once tried flirting with her and she shut him down hard.
“I’d like to think even I wouldn’t go so far as to beat myself up to see a girl”
“Well, you rejected poor Maxwell’s invitation for the 18’th time I believe today would be and so he proceeded to make sure you were well acquainted with the cafeteria table and the food on your plate which was then on your face, you’re lucky I cleaned it up, if you wanted to try makeup you could have asked me you know. You however did not appreciate his makeover and proceeded to headbutt him knocking him into none other than Terry Levins, or as you lot call him ‘Terror Terry’.”
Yikes, getting ‘Brute 0 Terry’s attention was one way to get booked for suicide prevention, it even overshadows the fact I managed to dig out Laura’s elusive British accent.
Ethan joked to himself as he then asked
“Right then the riot happened, look I was wrong so can we take off the bindings please, my nose itches!”
He begged Laura but she only looked at him oddly
“What bindings, did your brain leak out you ear when Mr Levins threw you across the mess”
What?..
He moved his arms and they were out it seems like he must have slept on them or something, and the light blanket covering his body fell as he lifted himself up.
Weird, guess I must be more out of it then I thought.
“Anyway if you’re done polluting my workplace, I’ll call the guard so you can go die someplace else’
She walked out the room leaving him alone
He laid back on the pillow
‘She’s as charming as ever’
He attempted a smile but the pain wracking his system made it hard, his body probably had bruises all over and one could only wonder what his face looked like.
It was his 3rd month in this rotten pit, Brockton Bay Penitentiary, a bigger hive of scum and villainy you wouldn’t find anywhere else…unless you walked 5 minutes from the Boardwalk.
A frown was etched on his face, and a gloom seemed to penetrate his happy haze.
‘Guess the drug’s wearing off’
Knowing that soon Laura would walk in with some uptight dickhead made it worse. He could hear ‘Medhall boy’ as if it was right next to him..
Whap!
A slap on the back of his head barely registered as he looked up at a hated face.
“Medhall Boy up, what was the painkiller so strong you though it was coke, druggie?”
Officer Stevenson, a burly man with a rough hewn fsce and a nose that was crooked, and a attitude only a mother could tolerate. A man they said, was so dedicated to his job of beating up and abusing inmates he goes home and practices on his wife for safe measure.
“Officer Stevenson”
Ethan greeted the man without moving to rise.
“You’re being shipped back to your cell, you made your bed so you’re gonna lie in it, and not hide here in the infirmary, get a move on”
He ordered as he turned expecting him to follow. So Ethan followed.
As they moved through the facility with Laura not even giving a backward glance,he moved his eyes to Officer Sfevenson, a man who has shown nothing but malignance to him sinfe he first walked into this pit.
The officer noticed:
“Come now,You start riots and then give me those sad eyes,I feel sorry for that…..of yours,if only he could see you now”
Ethan was already in his thoughts the medicstion making him woozy as the rooms blurred but he still caught the tail end but didn’t react.
In the past, Stevenson’s go to move was mentioning ‘them’,how they’d be dissapointed, how he failed ‘them’,how he was a disgrace to ‘their’ name and ‘their’ blood,how he abandoned his…
Calm
‘That’s what he wants from you Ethan, don’t give him the satisfaction’
“Guess Terry beat some obedience into you, good makes all our jobs easier”
Stevenson remarked as he chuckled to himself. They arrived at the Cell where Ethan is kept, Jake was already there reading a book of some kind.
With a bark and a push into the cell ,Stevenson leaves as the door closes,leaving Ethan and Jake to wallow in awkwardness.
Jake closes the book and scratches his brown locks left long.
“So, how was Laura’s tender care?”
He asked, his lanky body swinging off the bunk bed to the ground.
“What do you think?”
Ethan replied not in the mood for conversation, he just wanted to fall in his bed and dream of better days.
Jake was his cellmate and an…acquaintance would be the best term, their relationship was one of mutual tolerance and convenience, and Ethan liked it best that way.
There were no friends in prison, those who told you otherwise were lying to line you.
Bidding goodnight to Jake, Ethan Heide fell asleep ending his 3rd day of the 3rd month in prison.