Unconscious Buddy Language

The knife pressed against her throat, slamming her back against the wall. "Bitch, I said don't move."

Shaundi stood still, smiling a bit. "Alright, alright...Take it easy, it's not that serious." She glanced down at the hand that pinned her back. Two guys stood behind the one in front of her.

"Fuck you, Shaundi." The man's eyes narrowed, getting closer to her face. His breath brushed against her lips as he spoke through gritted teeth. "This is the last time you're getting out of this."

Her expression twisted into one of annoyance. "How many times do I gotta say I don't know what the fuck you're talkin' about-"

"SHUT your cock sucking mouth...I told you," The makeshift knife slid down her collarbone to her exposed cleavage, between the prison jumpsuit she wore which was always unzipped toward the top. His eyes traced the knife, licking his lips through a smirk. "If I don't get my money...I'll have to make you pay for those drugs another way."

Her hand slid up, slapping his hand away with an irritated chuckle. "Yeah, that's not gonna happen."

His hand slid up and pressed against her neck again, pushing against her skin enough to break it. "SHUT...THE FUCK...UP...Jeremy told me...He...He told me. I gave him the drugs and he told me you...He said...he...they...He said they were for you! He said you'd pay! And unless you do, you're gonna have to deal with me and my friends!"

Rolling her eyes, her smile dropped for the first time as she felt the sting on the side of her neck. "Look, those drugs weren't for me. You know I don't buy my shit, Kenny."

"I don't give a shit what you say Shaundi! I want my fucking money!" He was shaking now, stuttering and sweating. She was right. She wasn't known to buy.

"It's not my fault you were dumb enough to listen to Jeremy, you know he's a sleaze. He was just trying to get free drugs, like he always does! I have nothing to do with him-"

"ARGH!" Kenny shut his eyes, letting her go as he doubled over in frustration. "STOP TALKING." He charged back at her, the blade out and aiming at her.

"Ugh!"

"URGH!"

Kenny turned back at the sound, his eyes looking down at his two friends that now laid on the ground. Johnny's fist caught his eyes next before the blinding pain struck the entire front of his skull. Then he passed out into unconsciousness.

Shaundi rubbed her neck as both her and Gat stared down at the three knocked out guys on the floor. "Thanks..." Bringing her hand down, she stared at the red liquid that spread from her palm to her fingers.

"Don't mention it. You alright?" Johnny's thick brows raised behind his glasses as he looked at her.

"I'm good. He's an asshole."

"You have a knack for attracting those."

"Apparently." She wiped the hand against her jumpsuit.

"What's his deal with you anyway?"

She shrugged. "That Jeremy guy got some drugs and said they were for me or...something...like that."

"Or something like that? You high?"

"Totally."

"...Well shit, its his fault for selling to that bitch anyway." He looked back down at the men.

"That's what I said."

Johnny tilted his head, looking at the red streak on her neck under her choker. "You should go get that checked out."

"I'm fine."

"You know we got yard work in like 30 minutes."

"Actually, I think I'm feeling kinda disoriented."

Johnny smirked, nodding. "That's what I thought."

Shaundi looked through the small opening of curtains. The last nurse left the room. The Hospital Ward wasn't much. This particular room was a room for rest, a chance to recuperate for people who had minor injuries or illnesses. Most of the other beds were empty, aside from an elderly man who had a bad case of the flu on the opposite side of the room. He coughed repeatedly in his sleep. Her hand reached between the thin curtains, parting them more to make sure no officers were around before pulling out the blunt hidden in her bra.

The bell rang in the distance. She smiled, rubbing her burning eyes as she laid against the pillows. This definitely beats picking up trash. I should get slashed more often... Putting the blunt between her lips, she took a long hit and held it, until her lungs stung from lack of oxygen. She coughed in unison with the old man across the room, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. The blunt was almost gone. She dragged until she felt the flame burn her fingers and then some, then put it out against the bed's metal frame before stashing the burnt filter under the other's mattress. Lifting herself to a sitting position on the side of the bed, she slid her hand under her dreads to rub the back of her neck. Her fingers ran down the side, over the bandage that covered the cut. Forgetting about it, she redid the knot of her purple bandana before fixing the hair against her forehead. Grunting lazily, she stood to her feet and stretched before looking around.

Even through the orange jumpsuit, the shape of her curves defined as she walked with that nonchalant swaying of hers. The blunt hadn't been enough to fade her out, though it prolonged the nice buzz from earlier. Looking inside the drawers and cabinets was uneventful, though she found some syringes without needles. She stuffed a few into her socks then continued to pace around the room. The tapping of her sneakers suddenly made her aware of the other repetitive sound around. It surpassed the faint talking and fighting of some inmates. Beep...Beep...Beep. Her brows furrowed, turning to the door.

A young guard stood in front of the door to the infirmary. He turned to look at her as she walked out into the hall.

"Hey Danny." She smiled, walking toward him...then past him.

He smiled back. "Hey Shaundi...wait, wait, where you going?!" He blocked the door, preventing her from stepping inside.

She looked up at him, nodding toward the room he protected. "Who's in there?"

"What do you care?"

"I asked first."

Danny sighed. "Some...guy we're suppose to watch at all times. He's in a coma or something..." He rolled his eyes. "It's...stupid."

"So let me go in there and see." She tried to pass again. He blocked the entrance - this time tripping over his own feet slightly.

"N-No!" His hands extended, dropping the rifle he held in the process. He kneeled down to pick it up now, looking up at her who stood there - waiting with one hand on her hip. "I can't Shaundi, sorry...Look, I could get in a lot of trouble just by talking to you...What are you doing here anyway, what happened to your neck?"

"Don't worry about it. C'mon. Lemme go in there, what's gonna happen? You just said he was in a coma, what am I gonna do wake him up so we can murder people together?" She chuckled.

Danny laughed...rubbing the back of his neck. "Alright...I guess I could take my lunch break now, it's about time anyway. Just don't do anything...my ass is on the line. And if you get caught, you didn't see me here, got it?"

"Don't worry, whether I plan to or not this entire conversation is going to be blurry by tomorrow morning."

Danny laughed, nodding as he hesitantly walked down the hall. She watched him leave, making sure he was at least halfway gone before entering the room.

There were only a few beds in the intensive care unit and only one was in use. The steady beeping grew louder as she stepped closer. She licked her lips, casually inching her way past the empty medical tables to the second to last bed. Her small hand pulled back the curtain, tilting her head to look at the patient.

The shape of a man laid there in the same standard issue jumpsuit she wore. Bandages covered the entirety of his body, including his face.

Shaundi smiled, tilting her head as she made her way to the end of the bed.

"So you're the one everyone talks about..."

Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep...

She stared at him.

"You don't seem that bad." She half tapped half slapped his lifeless foot. It swung back and forth gently before slowly coming to a stop. His file laid in the tray against the bed. She picked it up, not bothering to read his identity profile so much. She knew who he was, or who he had been. Johnny had talked about him. Shit, everyone talked about him. Even in high school, she heard of the guy from the Row who was making a name for himself. She'd seen him once or twice, though not much else. He was quiet, serious and kept to himself for the most part - a complete opposite of her.

She went instead to the pending charges held against him on the next page...and the next after that. Her eyebrows lifted, smiling. "Holy shit!...You are bad." She read down, flipping the page as she read along. "Arson, theft, possession, fraud, murder, murder, murder, murder...You were busy, huh?"

She continued to skim the file, reading about his injuries, under going treatments, possible chances of getting out of this coma, so on. Finally finished, she placed the clipboard back to its original holding place and moved to the edge of the bed. There was a few seconds of silence as she stared at him.

"Johnny always talks about you. He's always telling people about the crazy shit you two did a few years back. It's pretty cool, sounds like good times. Maybe if you ever get outta here the three of us can relax together." She pushed him to the side with her hip as she sat next to him on the bed.

"He's on death row though, so you might wanna hurry and wake up...You can keep a secret, right?" She nudged him with her elbow, hitting his shoulder. His body wobbled lifelessly from the push before becoming still. "I haven't been here long, but I'm not staying here much longer."

She put her feet up, crossing them as her legs extended parallel to his in this tiny bed.

"You know, you're a great listener!" She smiled and reached into her bra again, pulling out a second, nicely rolled joint along with a plain blue lighter. Putting it to her lips she took drag as the herb ignited, slowly releasing the smooth cloud of smoke. She tilted her head down to him again.

"I'd pass it but..." She nodded toward his bandaged hands. "Maybe later...It's pretty mellow. Smooth taste. Not the best, but who am I to get picky?"

Minutes later, the blunt was at its last hits. Her foot had picked up a rhythm, tapping against the end of the bed post in the same beat as the beeping from the monitor. He was still limp, lying completely still next to her. A thin cloud of smoke floated around them. The pattern on the ceiling began to move slightly as she got higher, swerving into different shapes and sizes. She smiled, taking the final hit. Opening her mouth slightly, the smoke seeped from her lips before getting sucked back into her lungs. Her fingers clicked together, flicking the remains of a finished joint. She licked her lips and sat up, fixing her hair as she looked down at her silent companion.

"It's been fun...I should probably go before those dick guards come back in." She slid off the side, dusting off her jumpsuit. Her hands moved to the bed to do the same, then over his body where small hints of ashes were visible against the bright orange. Even through his bandages she could feel the defined muscles. She smirked, raising a brow at him. "Wow. Yeah, we're definitely meeting when you wake up."

She stuffed the lighter back in her bra. "Get better soon, okay?"

With that, she headed toward the metal doors - looking back at him one last time as she pushed them open. She bumped into something as she entered the hall. A large man grabbed her by the neck, swinging her further out.

"Holy shit!" He slammed her against the wall, the guards hands frisking her torso and legs. He was heavy, black and always seemed to breathe with his mouth open. He was also a sucker. "What the hell is your problem?! Get your hands offa me!" She twisted her body, away from his grasp.

He looked at her, attempting to be menacing...though he was out of breath, panting between every few words. He grabbed her by the wrist. "What were you doing in there?"

"Hey asshole, can't you see I'm fucking hurt?!" Again, she freed herself from his bloated fingers. Twisting her neck up, she showed him the wound. The bandage was bright red from her blood. "I was trying to find somebody to fucking come help me, since I wasn't feeling too good! Now look what you fucking did to me!"

She rubbed her neck, purposely getting the blood over her hands to make it seem like more. The guard's eyes widened, his jaw dropping. Even with his dark complexion she could tell he was getting pale. He hated blood. She knew that from seeing him handle one of the fights last week. He stuttered as he spoke.

"Oh...oh, shit...Oh shit. Okay, okay, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, here!" He extended his hand to hers, trying to help. She yanked her arms away.

"Don't touch me!"

A guard entered the hallway. Seeing the scene, her ran in their direction. "Holy shit, Geralds! What did you do to her?!"

"N-nothing, she was in the room with the com-"

He ignored him. "You feeling okay, miss?"

"Not really..." Shaundi shook her head slightly. Her high aided her, making her seem ill even without trying.

"Come with me, I'll take you to see a nurse..." He held Shaundi's shoulders to lead her down the hallway. He turned back to Geralds. His voice had a deep tone to it. "We'll talk about this later..."

Shaundi looked back too, smiling at the fat guard - who stood still, trembling in front of the infirmary doors.