(Kylo Ren makes an appearance! OMG lolol I hope I spelled his name right, Star Wars fans :P)

Chapter Four: The Peephole

A few hours later I was back in my cell. That impromptu surgery took almost three hours, it felt like only five minutes. I had so many questions for the man with the scars… He didn't even seem to be in any pain. How odd.

I could hear the guards moving my old neighbor from his room. He was a lanky tall man with a really short fuse and a sexual fascination for me. He would scratch the wall from his cell which led to mine. He did that every night until his fingers would bleed.

Peering at the wall I noticed he had been scratching so much that there was a small hole about the size of a dime right above my bed. Curious, I crawled onto the bed and peered through the small hole.

I could smell the familiar scent of blood, he had been scratching all last night. There were small red marks surrounding the hole to prove my thoughts correct. Looking through I saw the edge of the disheveled bed and the empty void in the center of the room.

His bed was right on the other side of mine…

I shivered at the thought. It was as if we were sharing a bed with a mere wall separating us. I continued to peer through the hole noticing Miss Meaty Hands had come into the room and was tidying it for its new inhabitant.

She took the sheets off the bed and put fresh ones on top of the bed. She never even noticed the hole. Once she mopped the floor and fixed the fresh linen onto the small bed she sauntered off, silent as a lamb.

I waited…and waited…and waited until finally the door to the neighboring cell opened. I could see the blurry figure of the man with the scars, followed by two very bulky guards that shoved him rudely into his new home.

They had changed him into the normal orange uniform. Now I could finally get a good look at him. He seemed to be about a foot taller than me even though he slouched a bit. He was thin but you couldn't really tell much under that god awful uniform which was quite big on him.

He stood still in front of the door for around two minutes before walking towards the bed. I flinched and moved away from the peephole as if he saw me. I waited a few seconds before peering through again only this time my green eyes were met with dark brown ones.

His eyes seemed humored at my sharp squeak as I jumped. I covered my mouth and narrowed my eyes at him, annoyed. He chuckled and settled into his small bed, his feet dangling off the edge.

I blinked and settled into mine, resting my head on my pillow. I wanted to speak with him so bad, but alas he couldn't or he would strain his fresh stitches and might open them. There was a long silence as I stared up at the ceiling, until my stomach growled at the absence of food.

I literally groaned in annoyance. Since I did that impromptu surgery I had missed breakfast along with lunch and dinner wouldn't be for another four hours. I hopped onto my feet and peered out of the small bars on my cells door. There were two male guards standing in the hallway.

I glanced over at the hole in the wall and pouted before going back to it, "Hey…uhm… I doubt anyone has given you food…would you like me to get something for you? Maybe some applesauce or soup, something that won't strain your stitches?" I offered quietly, blushing as I stuttered stupidly.

There was rustling from the other room as he sat up and stared at me through the peephole. He looked somewhat confused as if it were strange for me to offer the slightest bit of kindness. I rolled my eyes and went back to my door.

"Hey, Ralph!" I knocked on my door to get the guards' attention. The taller one, Ralph, was pretty nice to me. He was one of Paul's good friends.

The men made their way to my cell and looked through the small barred window.

"'Sup, Li'l Red? Heard you did some crazy surgery today…" Ralph smiled kindly, his dark eyes full of kindness and slight admiration.

I shrugged sheepishly, "I'm still a bit rusty, but I'm going to make sure he heals properly. Speaking of, since Crane had called me this morning I missed out on both breakfast and lunch…"

I gave the cutest pout I could muster, which still worked wonders for me. "Awe that sucks, Li'l Red. What would you like us to get for ya'?" I smiled, Ralph was too kind.

"Just anything you can manage, Ralph, oh and can you get something soft for my friend…he's probably starving, but he won't be able to eat anything solid for a while…" It was then that I noticed the man with Ralph grimace in distaste.

"I ain't goin' near that freak." He stated rather brashly. I narrowed my eyes at him, he was a short young man with a rather big nose (think Kylo Ren LOL sorry if misspelled).

"No prob, Li'l Red, I'll get him some puddin' that was left from lunch." Ralph said calmly was a broad smile as he elbowed his companion. "We'll be right back." With that the two left towards the kitchen area.

Sighing I sat down on my bed and looked through the hole. The man was still sitting up staring through the small hole, straight at me. I shuddered a little, "Ralph's getting you some puddin'…" I whispered softly, "You'll be able to eat that just fine."

I heard him trying to clear his throat, but he said nothing. He shifted on his bed and abruptly stood up and began pacing. "What's wrong? Are you allergic to anything?" Through the hole I could see him shake his head, 'no'.

I stayed quiet after that, my back resting against the wall as I stared at the door to my cell. It only took about five minutes for Ralph to show up with a tray of food. He opened the door and stepped into my cell.

"Here ya go, Red." I looked past him to see his friend holding the other tray of food nervously. I glanced at Ralph, "Hey I can feed him if you'd like. He's going to need help getting any food down and since we don't have a feeding tube. He has to eat carefully…" Ralph shifted his weight as if thinking hard about what I was asking.

It's true the man with the scars needed a small amount of help, but the real reason was for me to spend more time around him. Plus, right now he seemed a little jittery. "Alright, Red, but we'll be right outside if you need any assistance." Ralph winked standing up straight to show off his tall stature. I let out a small laugh.

"I doubt there will be any trouble." He nodded and led me out of my cell and to the neighboring one. He carefully unlocked the door and the shorter man shakily handed me the tray he was holding. I took it and glared at him for being such a dickhead, before I looked into the room.