This is just a one shot: Horatio and Kyle
The night was cool in October, gusts of wind blew from time to time through the tiny window sending a chill into the concealed place. It wasn't very comfortable on the bottom of a bunk bed with an oversized murderer on top. But he was relaxed and sleeping soundly on one side clasping his hands together...that was until he was forced awake. He awoke coughing softly with a moan at being awake in the cold place. Feeling queasy he threw his feet over the side of the bed and sat up. Looking up, the cell began spinning, the bars seemed out of place. Suddenly he shot out of the bed over to the sink and began throwing - up. It was uncontrollable and soon tears filled his eyes, between gagging he'd let out a moan or a 'help'. Oscar his body guard/prisoner friend noticed him from across the hallway in his own cell. He went up to the bars.
"Kyle?" he called out, "you okay, man?" Unfortunately he wasn't. The teenager hung onto the front of the sink now weeping. "Hey?" Finally the boy responded by struggling to his feet and turning around. The picture of the other guy in orange went black as he fell to the floor! "Kyle, Kyle! Hey we need help down here! Yow, security!"
"What in God's name is going on down here!" the guard ran over to his cell arguing.
"The kid needs help, something wrong with him, you needa help him!"
"What kinda sick joke is this?"
"Man, I aint lying, the boy just fell over on the floor!" The guard turned around and saw Kyle laying on the ground. He knelt down knocking the bars with his baton to see if something was really wrong and not just a plan to escape. Still he laid there without any movement. And he began to call it in.
"I got a prisoner, unconscious, he's in need of medical attention..."