Two weeks later, the braces and casts were all removed and new x-rays were taken of the bones.
Each bone looked to be completely healed now. Randall was glad for that, but he didn't want to join the prison.
Doctor's orders were for awhile longer that he could do mostly normal things, but lifting things needed to be kept light for awhile yet, as there were still internal injuries still healing.
But now that he was recovered enough, Randall was escorted to main prison area. He was given an orange shirt to wear. Then his wrists were cuffed and he was taken to his new cell.
He was shoved roughly into it. He nearly fell over.
"There's no free ride around here, Boggs."
Randall gave him a glare.
"And we are aware of your invisibility powers. You are not leaving that cell without that shirt on. And one break of escape and your sentence will be doubled." The guard said.
"I don't plan anything. I want out of here."
"Just follow the rules and you'll have no problems. But some of the other guys can be tough. Just watch yourself." Then he left.
Randall looked down at the stupid shirt. He wanted nothing to do with it. At least he could have it off in here. He sat down on his bed.
It wasn't the most comfy, but he knew it would have to do. He would have preferred his sister's place being under house arrest instead. But he had four months to serve in here for his actions now that he was recovered. He would make sure just to do what he could to get along in here. But he hoped he wouldn't run into his ex-boss. Chances are he would sooner or later.
….
Randall was awoken the next morning with a guard bashing his bars. It startled him enough that he felt he was going to have a heart attack.
"Get your shirt on if you want breakfast, lizard." The guard said.
Randall had thrown the shirt on the floor before he went to bed the night before. He wasn't used to the prison's bed and had had a hard time falling asleep. He was still really tired, but he got up and got it on.
The guard let him out. "Cafeteria is that way. Just follow the others."
He yawned and followed the other prisoners. He saw them head to a line and they picked up plates when it was their turn. He got one too.
Randall didn't quite know if he felt hungry right now, but he knew he needed to eat. He was given eggs, sausage, and some toast for his breakfast. It seemed like such a small meal. But then, he was used to small meals. But he would see how other meals were served later.
Once he had his tray of food, he went looking for a place to have it. He watched the other prisoners warily. He soon found an empty table and sat down at it.
As he tried to eat, he felt some other eyes were on him and he just tried to ignore them. He just wanted to eat his food in peace.
He managed to get most of it down. Then he watched where the others disposed of their food and trays. He did the same when he was done, but what was he supposed to do next?
He walked back out of the cafeteria and just stood there. Then a guard asked him what he was doing.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do next."
"Report to your assignment for the day of course."
"Where do I go for that?"
"Are you new here?"
"Yes."
"This way." The guard said and led him to the assignment area.
"Name?"
"Randall Boggs."
"Hmm. Or 112017. They have you down for working in the kitchen today."
Randall was okay with that. He used to love cooking. Better than a janitorial job.
He was given an apron and he was led to the dishwasher room. He would wash all the dishes for now and later help prepare food for lunch.
This day couldn't have started any better.
Some of the more experienced prisoners did instruct him on how he was to do things and they would talk. Randall knew he had to make this work if he wanted to get out of here on time. He couldn't believe he had ruined his life with what he had done.
Later in the day, he was allowed some freedom to go outside and get some air and play some games if he wanted, but he wasn't much of a game player. He just sat and watched the others do their things just to see what he would be allowed to do.
He managed to make a few acquaintances throughout the day. He hoped they could be his friends, but right now, he didn't completely trust anyone.
Later in the cell that night, he was restless though he was tired. He knew he would not want this experience again in his life. He just wanted to serve the time and get out.
….
Over the next few weeks, Randall was assigned to different jobs around the prison. He hated the janitorial job, working in the kitchen was alright, being outside on a farm area was new to him, but did it. He also did some laundry.
He saw the laundry chute, but thought better of it. Randall knew he could fit, but he wasn't going to do it. He didn't want his sentence doubled.
He missed his sister. He wanted so much to live with her.
Amanda and Sulley were his biggest visitors. They came on different days, but he was the most happy to see his sister.
Amanda did think about maybe bringing Rex to see his uncle, but she would have to be sure first. But maybe it was better to wait until he just got out. There would be plenty of time to catch up.
"How have you been?" She asked.
"The usual. Cleaning, cooking, just working. Talking with a few friends I've made here. But I know I'm ready to leave here and live with you. Wish I could leave with ya." Randall said.
"I know. Just three more months. You'll make it. You're a tough one and also very determined." She put a hand on his.
"Thanks."
"Just don't cause any trouble and you'll do fine."
"I haven't been."
"It was good seeing you. I need to go now." She said.
Randall sadly watched her leave through the door. He wished he could go out with her.
…..
Randall continued to do what he was told throughout his time. Amanda had sent a picture of Rex to him and he had it on his wall. He did want to learn how to be a like a guardian to his nephew when he got out.
As much as he had tried to deter Sullivan from visiting him, Sulley wasn't willing to give up on him and wanted to be his friend. Sometimes when he visited, he brought him something special, like a cupcake or something that Amanda wanted him to deliver to him when she couldn't make it.
Randall was coming around to somewhat liking Sulley's presence. He was one that had learned to put up with his sarcastic and rude humor. But Mike never came with him.
…
Randall had learned that he wasn't in the same unit of prison that Waternoose was in, so all during his time here, he had never run into his ex-boss. It had been a relief.
Most of inmates here had been kind and considerate of Randall. He had learned some kind manners from them. He had discovered just really how lonely he had really been without some true friends. Once he had the hang of things, at least as long as he was here, prison was not turning out to be too bad.
But there had been times when he had heard of incidents in other parts of the prison where someone acted out and got severe punishments, such as isolation. And it was near impossible to get out of it again at times. There were times when Randall wanted to be alone, but he didn't want to be completely shut off from everything, which was the way in the isolation unit.
He still couldn't help just wanting to be out of here even though he had not caused trouble. It was looking good for his prospects of getting out on time.