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"Roger?" a voice that I can't make out says. "Roger, babe, you okay?" I groan and open my eyes slightly. "He's waking up!" I open my eyes and see April looking down at me. "Don't ever scare me like that again!"
"Wha . . . what happened?" I ask, sitting up slowly. After realizing that I'm in some type of hospital bed and I notice Mark and Maureen standing at the end of the bed and Collins sitting in a chair in the corner.
"The warden told us someone punched you," Mark replies, glancing behind him. He lowers his voice. "Was it that guy?" I look at Collins, who's glaring at the back of Mark's head. He obviously heard that.
"Why would you ask me that?"
"Well, he's a dangerous criminal so I wouldn't be surprised if he's the one who did it." Collins stands up and walks toward Mark, still glaring at him.
"For your information," Collins begins, turning Mark around to face him, "he happens to be my only friend here. Why in the hell would I wanna hurt him?" Mark is silent and Collins grabs his shirt collar with his good hand. "You gonna give me an answer, or am I gonna have to make you answer me?"
"Don't hurt him!" Maureen cries. "He didn't do anything to you!" Collins turns to her slowly.
"If I want your input, I'll beat it outta you," he says.
"Collins, stop it," I tell him. "These are my friends. They don't mean any harm." Collins glares at Mark once more, lets go of his collar, and sits back down. "Sorry about that, Mark. He has trust and anger issues." Warden Harris then entered the room.
"He needs to control his anger," he says angrily.
"Who?" I ask, thinking he might've heard my comment about Collins.
"Watson a.k.a. Bones. I put him in the Hot Box again and this time he's staying there until I feel like letting him out."
"That's a little harsh, don't you think?"
"Not harsh enough." Warden Harris shakes his head. "I trust you realize that your friends have been contacted."
"Yeah. One of them made Collins a little angry though."
"Collins?" Warden Harris quickly turns to the corner Collins is in and glares at him. "You're supposed to be on kitchen duty. What the hell are you doing in here?"
"I wanted to make sure he was okay," Collins says. He scratches the splint on his left wrist.
"Well, you can see he's alright now, so get back to work." What the hell? Why's he being so mean to him all of a sudden?
"But . . . I wanna stay with him. He's the only person who understands me."
"I don't give a shit! If you're not out of here in when I come back . . . so help you God." Warden Harris storms out of the room.
"What's up with that guy?" Maureen asks.
"That's what I wanna know," I reply.
"Sampson died this morning," Collins answers. "Warden Harris was the one who had to decide whether or not to pull the plug." Holy shit. The warden is taking Sampson's health out on Collins again. What's the matter with this guy? "There's gonna be a funeral next week and everybody's gotta attend."
"He . . . died?" I still can't get over the shock. Collins nods.
"Just cause some guy died, doesn't give the warden the right to hurt people, does it?" Maureen asks.
"No, but try tellin' him that," Collins replies.
"That's just what I'm gonna do." Maureen leaves the room after the warden and Mark runs after.
"What's she planning on doing?" Collins asks.
"I'm not sure," I tell him. "You can never tell with Maureen." April stares at me for a moment.
"God, that black eye looks awful," she says. Black eye? I have a black eye? "How did this happen?"
"He was saving my life," Collins tells her. She turns and looks at him.
"Can I ask what happened to you?" she asks. "I mean, Roger said something about Unit F, but what exactly happened over there?" I look at Collins and then back at April. There's an awkward silence between us.
"They tried to kill me," Collins says finally. "Hamilton and Sampson, they were prison guards, took me over to Unit F and as soon as the prisoners saw me they decided to use me as a punching bag. This really big guy grabbed me and started hitting me in the head for no reason. When the guy started slamming my head on the ground, Hamilton tried to stop him, but the guy snapped his neck." I wince Collins pauses and shifts in his seat. "Then Sampson stepped in and another prisoner stole his gun and shot him twice with it . . . in the stomach."
"Holy shit!" I exclaim. "Why would they-"
"Maureen, I can't believe you did that!" Mark yells, pulling Maureen back into the room.
"Well, he deserved it," Maureen replies, pulling away from Mark and folding her arms.
"What'd she do now?" April asks.
"She bit the warden!" Mark exclaims.
"She did what!?" I ask. "Maureen, why would you do that!?"
"He was being an asshole to that guy," Maureen answers, pointing to Collins.
"But you don't even know him," April says.
"So what? He looks like he's been through some tough shit. The warden yelling at him for no reason is the last thing he needs." Warden Harris suddenly returns to the room, clutching his hand, which is bleeding. "Speak of the devil."
"She didn't mean it!" Mark tells the warden. "She . . . has . . . an illness!"
"Do you really expect me to believe that bullshit?" Warden Harris asks angrily. He the notices that Collins is still in the room and glares at him. "Collins! I told you to be out of here when I came back!"
"I know, but I-" Collins starts.
"No 'buts!' Consider your disobedience as your invitation to Cell Triple X!" Collins' eyes widen as Warden Harris leaves the room again.
"I don't know what Cell Triple X is, but I don't like the sound of it," I say. Warden Harris reenters the room, holding a roll of gauze and a bottle of peroxide in his un-bitten hand, followed by two very muscular prison guards. Collins quickly stands up and backs into a corner. The guards come toward him.
"Let's go, Collins," one of them says, grabbing Collins by his arm.
"Crawford's gonna eat you alive," the other one says, grabbing Collins' other arm.
"NO!" Collins yells, trying to break free from the guards. "LET ME GO! YOU CAN'T TAKE ME DOWN THERE!"
"They can with my permission," Warden Harris taunts as the guards start to drag Collins out of the room.
"PLEASE DON'T LET THEM! PLEASE! HE'LL KILL ME! I KNOW HE WILL! MAKE THEM LET ME GO! LET GO OF ME!" Once Collins has been taken out of the room, Warden Harris pours the peroxide on his Maureen bite and then wraps the gauze around his hand.
"Get some rest, Davis," he tells me after his hand is properly wrapped. "It'll make the time go by faster."
"How long do I have to stay in this room?" I ask him, not believing that he doesn't feel the slightest bit guilty that he apparently just sent Collins to his death.
"Three days."
"Why three days?"
"Stop complaining. You get three free days. Which is just going to make the day you get to leave this room a hell of a lot harder."
"What about Collins?"
"I'll give him about . . . three minutes or three hours. Depending on what mood Crawford's in." As Warden Harris leaves the room, I think about Collins. How am I supposed to stay sane if he's killed? Who will tell me what not to do so I don't end up in Cell Triple X . . . whatever the hell that is? I think a little more before I make a silent decision.
I'm getting out of this place . . . and I'm taking Collins with me.
That's the eighth chapter! Hope you enjoyed it.
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