Update* forgive me if it's at all confusing

Wayne cracked his eyes open and yawned, closing his eyes again from the amount of light that flooded the room. He moved his hand about the spot in front of him and furrowed his brow in confusion when he felt nothing. He opened his eyes, only to stare blankly at the other side of the small bed.

The empty side.

Wayne's panic surged as he sprang up and hit his head on the top bunk.

"Syx?!", he shouted. With powerful force, he jumped off of the bed and ran out of the cell.

"Syx!", he cried, running throughout the halls and checking in each cell. Feeling that taking the elevator or stairs would take too long, he lept up and jumped off of the second floors railing, landing heavily and leaving cracks in cement the floor. He continued to run about the place, passing by prisoners and guards and not caring about anything else in the world but finding his friend.

In the cafeteria, breakfast was being prepared for the prisoners. The cook humming happily while concentrating on the food.

"Syx!", a loud voice passed by the open kitchen door, making the person inside jump and look up from the stove.

"Wayne?", he said. He heard stomping footsteps run back and saw Wayne's panicked expression turn to relief as he ran up quickly to engulf Syx in a bone-crushing hug, making the smaller boy yelp as he was lifted off the ground.

"Aw...Wayne, you're killing me...", he uttered. Wayne's blue eyes snapped open and he set Syx gently back down. Wayne took the moment to look the boy up and down; he wore a white shirt with the sleeves pulled up with black pants, as well as a large black apron, its ties wound three times around him and knotted in the front. He spotted specks of flour on the apron and about the boy's face as he stared at him. Wayne shot his hands forward, gripping Syx strongly by the upper arms.

"Where were you? What are you doing?!", he shook the boy in his hands

Syx swayed dumbfounded until he laughed, "What do you mean? I've been here making breakfast."

"Why are you up? Aren't you supposed to...I don't know...stay in bed or something?", Wayne argued. Syx's smile fell and his features became defensive.

"Why would I stay in bed?", his green eyes darkened, "It's not that big of a deal."

Wayne let go of his arms, "Really? Then how do you feel?"

"Just fine, thank you.", Syx bent down to take a clean pan out from the oven when he let out a sharp gasp halfway there. Wayne watched as his face contorted in effort as he fought off the wave of pain. He sat there a moment, hesitant to try and move again. He gazed up to see Wayne looking down at him like a disapproving parent, he flashed a nervous smile at him.

"I told you.", Wayne grabbed Syx by the forearm and yanked him up, earning a yelp from him.

"A back ache is nothing to stay in bed all day for. Besides, we have school today.", Syx turned his attention back to the food that was currently burning on the stove.

Wayne was about to argue when Syx cut him off and changed the subject, "Anyway, now do you want something to eat?"

Wayne seemed surprised by the offer and unconsciously nodded his head lightly. Syx smiled at him, then placed a neatly made plate in front of him. Wayne eyed him suspiciously.

"What? I didn't do anything to it.", Syx folded his arms across his chest.

Wayne looked down at the food and sighed in defeat. He carefully picked up a fork.

Syx smirked at him and turned back around to face the sink, sinking his hands into the warm, soapy water. He lifted up a glass cup and scrubbed it gently, smiling to himself when he would occasionally look back at Wayne to see the sparkle in his eyes as he ate. Suddenly, Syx's green eyes widened as his stomach growled painfully. He braced himself over the sinks edge while nausea quickly overcame him, blankly staring at his reflection. Wayne noticed his friend's pause and looked up to him in question.

Syx brought a hand up to cover his mouth as he felt his throat begin to constrict. He clenched his teeth hard as he trotted out of the room. Wayne, now concerned enough to get out of his seat, followed him.

"Syx?", Wayne reached out a hand. Syx whimpered in both fear and disgust as he collapsed onto his knees, his hands bracing him against the smooth, cement. The signature splash of liquid against stone rang out in their silence and Wayne came closer to see a puddle of crimson stain the floors. His eyes widened and he placed a hand on Syx's back, only to take it away as the boy coughed and vomited again at his touch.

Tears of pain brimmed at Syx's eyes and he looked down to stare at his bloodied hands, and the mess that was currently surrounding them. He felt his nausea subside, but the shaking in his shoulders remained. He looked down at his hands again before wiping them smoothly onto his apron. He leaned backwards so that he sat on his legs, his hands in his lap and his head hung low in a newfound shame.

This is all your fault. Somehow, it just is.

Wayne dared not move for fear of setting off another episode, but when he sensed it was over for the moment, he crawled forward and listened to Syx's shuttering breaths as he calmed himself. Wayne decided to go out on a limb, coming up from the side and wrapping his arms around the smaller boy in one motion. Syx jumped and gasped at the contact and forcefully pushed him away.

"Don't you touch me!", he shouted.

Despite expecting the worst, Wayne was surprised at his friend's actions and he fell back lightly from the shove. Watching as Syx crawled backwards until his back hit the wall, a hostile look in his eyes.

Wayne sighed and crossed his arms. He stood up and walked stifly over to the wall, sliding down its surface and grabbing Syx's arm when he tried to crawl away.

"Let go of me!", Syx bared his sharp teeth and growled at him, his canines becoming intimidating.

"You're aggressive when you're upset, you know?", Wayne teased as he held the boy tightly to his chest.

"Stop!", Syx fought against him feebly.

"Why won't you just let me help you?"

Syx glared at him, "You can't help me, now let me go!"

"No."

Syx growled and tried in vain to get away from him, feeling Wayne tighten his grip around his body.

"You know you're not going anywhere unless I let you go, so stop fighting me.", Wayne held both of Syx's wrists in his hands, feeling the bracelet scars around them. By this time, Syx had relaxed against him while still carrying a deep glare. They stayed silent in the hallway until the Warden's booming voice called.

"Boys! Where are you? The bus will be here in 20 minutes!", he called from his office.

Syx scoffed and shot himself up, yanking his arms out of Wayne's grasp as he started to walk away.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, where are you going?"

Syx turned around, his hands working away at the small knot of the apron ties.

"I'm going to take a shower.", he draped the piece of clothing over his arm and walked out of the hallway. Wayne battled with himself on whether to follow him, but in the end decided it was best not to agitate the situation even more.

After all, there's nothing scarier than an angry Syx on a bad day, Wayne thought to himself.

Okay, update...yeah. This one didn't come out as I had planned it and I hope it wasn't as big a disappointment to you as it was to me. Thank you all for waiting patiently again, I'm such a slow-poke:P