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Shiver

CHAPTER 2:

When Face came to it was night. The lights in the room were off, but the light of the corridor filtered through the door, so it was not completely dark. Despite the drug he had been given, the events of the previous day were clear in his mind and to remind him he found out he was still bound to the bed.

The orderlies had been rude with him and the only movement he could do at the moment was to move his head left and right to look around. He felt a little lightheaded and very thirsty and he figured he had to wait until the morning to ask for some water.

Suddenly he caught movement to his left and before he could turn to see what was happening, a shadow obscured the window and loomed over him. It was a man in his early forties, with short curly grey hair, ecstatic blue eyes and a curious expression on his perfectly shaved face and was wearing a pink t-shirt over the hospital gown; that was all Face could see of the man from his position. Under his gaze he felt uncomfortable and tried to shift his position in the bed but the restraints prevented the motion. He just wanted to put some distance between him and the other man in the room but he couldn't. Plus being restrained recalled the lieutenant sorrowful memories and he felt he couldn't breathe too well.

"You have to relax, my friend! The boys will be here in about two hours and if you keep calm they will free you!"

Face only nodded and tried to relax, while the older man kept caressing him, like he was a little child, whispering to him that he was going to be alright and that he wasn't alone anymore now. When, two hours later, the orderlies went in the room to check on him, the pink wearing man was still holding him and comforting him.

"It seems our new patient has found a friend here, Ralph! Aren't they pretty?" number one asked, laughing at them.

"You're right, Mike! Such a shame you were tied up so Mr. Randall couldn't take care of you better! But he knows we don't like patients that help others to escape. Now, why don't you leave us so we can have a little talk with your new friend here?" number two asked the other patient, that quickly disappeared in the corridor.

Orderly number one went to sit on the bed where Face was waiting nervously, placing his large and heavy hand on his thigh.

"Now, I want your word you will be calm and you won't put up a fight again. If you try anything stupid we will have to restrain you again. Was I clear?"

Face nodded, knowing there was nothing he could do at the moment. It was better to let them believe he wasn't a problem until he would had found a way to escape on his own.

"Good boy!"

The two worked together to free him and helped him out of the straight jacket. They gave him a clean gown to wear but he wasn't able to put it on because his arms ached after the prolonged inactivity. So Ralph helped him. He also expressed his appreciations for the lieutenant dress, which would had cost Face a hard lesson if his throat wasn't so dry. So he simply asked in a very raspy voice if he could have some water.

"Of course, John. Can I call you John?"

"My name is not John, it's…"

"Oh, right, you're Andrew baker right now! Sorry, I forgot! So, Andrew, if you follow me I'll take you to the dining room where you can drink and eat something if you want. Remember what I told you, do something stupid and you'll regret it!"

Face's instinct was to pin him to the wall, how dare this man talk to him like this? He was a soldier, not a fool! He didn't need to be babysat by anyone! But he knew he wasn't in the position to argue, so he put his ego aside and played the comedy of the subdued madman and did as was instructed.

He spent the day in the ward with other patients, sitting on the floor and never talking to anyone. He could feel the looks of the orderlies on him, it was clear they were observing him to see how he reacted to other people. Dark thoughts crowded his mind: what was taking Hannibal so long to understand something was wrong with him? What if Decker was still around the facility? And how could Murdock bear every single day in a similar situation? Murdock, if only he could talk to him… but he hadn't seen him around all day. For the first time, Face felt his stomach twist in fear…