This is the worst day of your life, but the first day of yourself
somewhere, Draag
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"I wish I could tell you how long it'll be. I don't know how long I've been here myself. Three days seems like too long, they should see you soon"
He knows the feeling, he doesn't know why he's here. He remembers Voss telling him something about an escape but he's not sure -
He stands again, wrapping his hands around the bars of the window, watching again.
"I know it seems like that. I'm sure they'll tell you why you're here when they can. No one is here for no reason."
"Reconditioning"
The word almost pains him to say, no matter how far gone he is he never likes to call it what it is.
"I think. People are busy. Less nurses. I'm sure you'll be spoken to by someone who knows more soon. Sorry. It might be a while til you can go home."
He almost feels bad for Kobra, he seems to have no clue what could be coming to him if he keeps behaving like this. Almost. If it wasn't for his stupidity endangering both of them.
"Please. Please stop. The guards. They won't let you out of here. You'll go to treatment. -
He drops from view, sitting against his door head in hand cursing in keposhka.
"᮵k𑀐ᒧ, Kobra. Can you stop that? Please. The guards will come. Please stop."
He's quiet, waiting for it to stop or at least a break in it. English was yet to fully come back to him and trying to -
He flinches at the noise, keeping his eyes shut. He didn't think this headache could get any worse but clearly that wasn't the case.
"Sorry. Are you not? I just thought you looked familiar."
He stands at the door of his own cell, vacantly staring out the small window. It takes a while to even notice Kobra is there, he keeps staring racking his brain for a name. When he speaks the words come slow.
"Mikey, sorry, are you alright?"
Glaring at @ds_672. Why's he staring at him? What does he want that everyone else hasn't already wanted out of him?
He doesn't remember how he got here. Doesn't remember much after he got Gerard to bed, were they alright? He hopes whatever happened didn't get them brought back as well. He knew he was being followed, it's why he kept his distance and why he's somewhat thankful no one came -
He was never meant to get out anyway, this is how things are meant to be.
He enjoys these small moments of acceptance before the reality of just rotting in this room hits him again and he gets back up and tries the door, still locked. The cycle continuing until he can't bring -
himself to stand anymore, the pain an exhaustion taking over. He'd try again as soon as his body allowed it.
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