Hank lets out a loud snore as he slumps against the wall, Evan laying in his lap.
"H-hey, can I lean against you?" Tucker asks, looking at Neal.
"Sure, you didn't even have to ask," Neal says with a smile; then he frowns when he feels the young man shaking against him. "Are you ok?"
"I-I d-don't know; its c-cold." Tucker shudders.
Neal touches Tuckers cheek.
"God kid, your freezing; what exactly is wrong with you ? No one bleeds that fast,. I've seen people who've been shot bleeding less than that."
"H-hemophilia."
"Is that where your blood doesn't clot?" Neal asks.
"Uh huh." Tucker says, bringing his knees into himself and leaning at little more into
Neal.
Neal wraps his arm around Tucker.
Tucker looks up at him, surprised by the gesture, but he leans into Neal, still shivering.
After about ten minutes, the door bursts open with a ear piercing slam.
Everyone in the room is wide and alert looking at the door.
Marshal walks in slowly smiling.
"Okay, all of my favorite toys in one room; lets have a little fun.. Take the boy.. And the well-known thief."
Marshal's two favorite thugs haul Neal and drag Tucker out of the room.
As they walk down the hall, they shove Tucker in one room and Neal in another.
Neal paces around looking at this weird tank in the middle of the room.
Tucker sits in the corner of the room; the room is completely white- no furniture, no windows on the walls, and the floor merges into a seemingly blankness.
Marshall walks into Tucker's room; he knows one way to break the teen- one way to completely shatter his hormone-ridden heart; all he has to do is utter three simple words.
"I killed Libby."
He turns on his heel, grinning.
Tucker looks at the door in shock… Numb.
He finds he can't feel anything at all- not his heart beating, his chest moving with his every breath, his arm pulsating with blood pouring out of it and soaking his shirt and the floor around him.
He feels like his whole body has been frozen.