O'Donnell continued to pound on Carol's door as I sat against it. I kept looking at her, waiting for her to say something to me. I would see her mouth open to say something but it would always close. She was speechless.
"I...I can't believe we found you-well, I found you" She softly said. I could barely make out her words through O'Donnell's fists against the door. I stood up from the locked door and walked over to her bedside and sat on the edge. The light revealed my face full of scars and bruises to Carol. She gasped but quickly caught herself to not come off offensive to my current appearance. I knew how bad I looked though.
"I know...wait-what do you mean? Who was with you?" I quickly became curious. I thought she had just been around the area and was another victim of the Grady officers. But maybe there was more to her capture.
"I was with Daryl and your friend Noah" My eyes widened and I couldn't help but grin.
"Daryl? He's okay?" I felt relief wash over me, for both Daryl's and Noah's sake for that matter. Carol nodded with a small smile. I took her hand in mine.
"We're gonna get out of here, Carol" Her smile faded.
"Where is here? What are they doing here?" I could tell she was eager to learn as much as she could in this time we had together. I hung my head low for a few moments and took a breath.
"They brought us to Grady Memorial Hospital, the cops" I clarified. "They're all delusional. They're corrupt and their system's fallin' apart."
"But why? Why bring people-
O'Donnell banged another fist at the door. I turned my head to watch for the door to be kicked in. I turned back to Carol and sighed a little, subtly shrugging my shoulders to tell her how her answer can be given by the man pounding at the door. Carol's face fell.
"No, don't tell me they're…" She said, trailing off her sentence as she realized what was happening here. I closed my eyes and cleared my throat. We shared a silent moment where Carol took in the fact that horrible men were roaming these hospital halls.
"What I am here, they call me a ward. It was Noah's job too when he was still here" I told Carol. She stared at me, silently urging me to continue explaining. "The wards are here for only one reason: make those in charge happy. And that means anything here. Cleaning, cooking...other things…" I trailed off, leaving Carol to read into what I said. Carol shook her head in disgust.
"And as you can tell, they don't have high tolerance here" I said, motioning my hand around my face full of scars and bruises. O'Donnell's fists ceased finally.
"You might think this is over, blondie. But it is far from over...see you at breakfast" He calmly said through the door. I started picking at my fingers to distract me from the thought of encountering him again in the morning.
"I'll kill them" Carol stated. I raised an eyebrow at her. "Every one of them that hurt you, they're gonna die." I gave a content expression and let my fingers go.
"I'll help"