In one of the very long white halls, Kenny walks down it between two larger men at either side of him. They're holding him up by the arms so that he won't fall down, like usual.
"So they want to move this one huh?" one of the men says pointing at him.
"Yeah," the other man replies. Kenny's eyes widen, his full attention on the conversation the two men were now having, "But they want us to bring the subject back to it's current room first, while they prepare the new one."
"Oh, was that it?" the first man asks.
The second man nods, "They want all S classes in the same area. Weren't you listening?"
"Of course I was, it's just that all orders start sounding the same from them after awhile," the first man says then scoffs, "so they think this is one of the special subjects?" he glances down at Kenny.
"Yup," the second man responds.
"Why's that?"
"Not sure. But I remember one of the doctors mumbling something about possible... immortality or rather."
"Seriously?!" the first man says in disbelief.
"I know, sounds crazy."
At that, everything around Kenny becomes far and distant, his mind trying to process all of this new information that was coming at him all at once. He was afraid, because it looked like he was going to be switching rooms and leaving Craig, confused by the S class thing and was horrified by what they had meant by saying immortality. He knew that he could come back to life because of the weird regenerative factor he had, but he didn't think that meant that he was immortal or anything. That thought never even crossed his mind.
"But yeah, they want us to put the subject in it's current room till they're done," the second man continues as Kenny starts tuning everything back in around him, "which probably won't be too long."
"Then why are they making us take the subject back, instead of just waiting for the room to be done?" the first man asks irritated.
"Because they needed the operating room for the next subject, and orders are orders," the second man replies flatly.
"Right," the first man scoffs again.
The two men fall silent as they approach the door leading in to the familiar small white room. The first man takes out a keycard from his pocket and slides it through the door's keycard lock, a small light on it turns green and he opens the door. He looks down at Kenny, a look ordering him to move in to the room. Kenny does and the door slams shut behind him.
When Kenny looks around the dim room, he spots Craig asleep curled up on the floor. He hesitates before walking over to him, not really sure how to go about telling him what he has just heard, still somewhat confused about it himself. When he reaches Craig, he kneels down next to him and places a hand on his shoulder.
"Craig," he says gently, "wake up," he rocks his shoulder a bit.
Craig stirs and slowly opens his eyes and looks at him, "Kenny?" he asks lazily rubbing at them.
"Hey," Kenny replies, "I need to tell you something."
"What is it?"
"I..." Kenny trails off, still unsure of how to go about telling him.
"Your arm again..." Craig says taking note of the stitching on Kenny's arm.
"It's nothing," Kenny says glancing down at it.
"But-"
"It will heal up in no time and be good as new."
"And then it will just happen again..." Craig mumbles, "they will just continue cutting in to you, over and over again."
That was most likely true. They probably would just keep on doing that to him, but still, he didn't want to worry Craig even more with what he needed to tell him.
"Then I will just heal over and over again," Kenny says stoically, "just like I always-"
"Don't say that!" Craig exclaims, cutting him off, "You're saying it so casually, like it's nothing! But you still feel the pain of it, each and every time! And each time they bring you back here, you have more wounds than when you left! You smile and try and act like it's nothing much, but I can tell how much pain you're in! I can tell, and... it hurts. It hurts so much when I see you suffering in pain. More than any physical wound ever inflicted on me..." he grabs at his chest lightly, squeezing the fabric of the shirt in his hand, "it hurts, and I don't know why."
Kenny doesn't say anything when the other finishes. He just looks at him surprised. Not at all expecting Craig to have said something like that to him. He thinks back briefly on how different Craig is now, compared to when they were first put in to the room together. Back when Craig had told him he was afraid of him. But Kenny had to wonder if that was really true, was he actually afraid of him? When he thinks back to the expression on Craig's face that day, it didn't look like fear to him. He saw uncertainty yes, and something else, but it was not fear. He thought that maybe it was something else that mimic's fear in a way. Thinking about it over for quite some time after that, but couldn't come to an answer. However, with what Craig had just said to him, another thought began to steadily emerge in the back of his mind.
"Kenny?" Craig asks, when the other falls silent after an extended period.
Kenny is quickly pulled from his thoughts by the mention of his name,"Yeah?"
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, really," Kenny nods, trying to reassure him. He knew though, with what he had to say next it was anything but that, "Craig listen... there's no easy way to tell you this."
"What is it?" Craig asks concerned.
"I overheard those two men in uniform talking and... it looks like they plan on moving me to another room."
"W-What?!" Craig exclaims, his eyes widening with fear, "They're moving you?! Why?!" he grabs a hold of Kenny's shoulders.
"Because I'm an 'S class' or something," Kenny replies, "they said I was a special subject, and that all S classes are to be moved to the same area."
"S class?" Craig repeats confused.
"Yeah, they seem to put us in some sort of classing system and think I might possibly be..." Kenny pauses before saying the next set of words with uncertainty, "Immortal or something..."
"I-Immortal?" Craig repeats shocked.
"Yeah, that was pretty much my reaction to... I knew that I had come back to life before already, but I thought it was just some healing-regenerative power thing that developed in me or something. I didn't think it could be anything like what they had said..." Kenny adds.
Craig's grip tightened on Kenny, "When are they coming for you?" he asks, wanting to know how much time he had left with him.
"I don't know, soon I think. They said I was only going to be here until the new room was prepared for me."
Craig's gaze falls, "...It's not fair. They've taken so much away from me already. And now they're taking you away too..." he looks back up, tears now rolling down his face, "I don't want them to take you away from me! I need you!"
The words cause something inside of Kenny to stir and tighten in his chest, and for a split second he can't breathe. Craig's last sentence replaying it's self over on repeat in his head. Before Kenny can say anything Craig quickly moves away from him, grabbing at the sides of his head.
"Ah!"
"Craig?" Kenny asks.
Craig's grip on his head tightens more, and a faint flicker of light starts to form in his eyes. He begins to scream when they do.
Kenny goes to reach for him,"Cr-"
"Stop!" Craig yells and stands up, backing away from him, "Don't come near me! I'll hurt you!"
As Craig's eyes glow brighter, sparks start to form at the corners of them. Flickering around wildly, almost wanting to escape them. Kenny stares at him in amazement at the sight before him, but when Craig let's out another scream of pain he snaps out of it. He Stands up and walks towards the taller boy. Craig tries to turn away from him but Kenny doesn't let him, he wraps his arms around him and holds him tight.
"You can't hurt me. Not ever."
Kenny continues to hold Craig close to him and the sparks in Craig's eyes start to die down, eventually fading away. Craig closes his eyes as he calms down and returns the hug, wrapping his own arms around Kenny.
"We will get out of here, somehow," Kenny says quietly, "so please try and be strong until then, okay?"
"Okay..." Craig replies quietly.
Kenny pulls away from the hug and smiles a bit, "Good."
"Your face," Craig says lifting a hand to it, he gently runs his fingers along a small wound that was created by his sparks, "I-I'm sorry I-"
"It's okay, it will heal," Kenny says moving his hand away, "now..." he places his hand on Craig's cheek, and softly wipes away some of the tears. "No more tears alright?" he smiles at him.
Craig stares at him for a few moments as an expression begins crossing over his face, one that Kenny had never seen before. But before he can register it properly, Craig begins to slowly bring his face closer to his. His eyes starting to close as he wraps his arms around the back Kenny's neck.
"C-Craig?" Kenny asks, his cheeks beginning to flush from the ever drawing closeness of Craig's face to his.
A loud slam is heard then as the door to the room opens and the two tear away from each other instantly. When they both look to the door, they see the two men in white uniforms standing there.
"Let's go subject 122," one of the men says.
"No!" Craig exclaims.
"Craig..." Kenny says looking at him, "remember what I said?" Craig nods slowly, "I will see you again, I promise," he smiles and turns towards the door, "See you later," with that he walks to the two men.
Craig watches him go, one of his hands reaching out slightly as if wanting to grab and stop Kenny from leaving, but he knew he couldn't. When Kenny leaves the room, he glances back at Craig once more and smiles at him before the door closes and the light from the hallway is cut off as the room envelopes in to a darkness again. The only company now for Craig, was the lone small window that moonlight shined in through every once and a while.