He hadn't remembered Green Eyes existed until the next time they'd met. Passing in the halls again.
This time, when Murdock was on his way out of Observation. And Green Eyes was on his way into it.
Murdock had mostly healed from where he'd tried to jab the pencil into his neck.
Green Eyes still had patches of blood on his clothes.
Far from how sedate he'd been last time, Green Eyes had been- feral. He'd been fighting tooth and nail, fang and claw, struggling so hard that even despite his slight frame, it was taking half a dozen orderlies to keep him restrained.
Murdock had been oddly proud of his fellow patient.
Yeah. Stick it to them.
Almost like he'd heard Murdock's passing thought, Green Eyes had stopped. Right there in the middle of the hall. And stared at him.
And there were those green eyes. Those twin lime green gems that made him wonder if maybe he was hallucinating because they couldn't possibly be real.
And for the very first time- the voices went silent.
They'd never been silent. Not since before the incident.
But right now, it was like-
Like they were afraid of Green Eyes.
There had been no more struggle. The kid had gone quietly to Observation. Hadn't even made a peep when they tranq'd him.
That had been that. Murdock had been lead off. Isolation for a week, and then back to your room if you behave.
So why had he felt like, for that whole week, those green eyes had still been watching him?
