The two guards drag Tucker back into the original room.
They let him drop to the floor then close the door behind them.
Hank is immediately concerned; he sees the blood stains down Tucker's arm, and from
what he gathers Evan sees it too, because he carefully climbs to his feet wincing.
They both make their way over to the teen, and they're surprised to see that he's conscious and his eyes are looking at the ceiling.
"Tucker." Hank says in his doctor-voice, trying to get response voice.
No response.
Neal paces around the room, counting his steps and measuring the room in his head- looking at every corner of the space, picturing every scenario in his head.
He counts twenty-seven ways to escape, but he knows if he disappears Tucker, Hank, and
Evan will pay for it.
Suddenly Marshal Bryant walks into the room, arrogance in every step.
"Hello Mr. Caffery, so are you familiar with sense deprivation torture?" Marshal smiles the widest smile ever, and Neal feels his spine turn into ice.
"Tucker?" Hank probes one more time.
"Hank I'm fine- just shaky." Tucker lies; he just snapped out of the shock of being told
Libby is dead.
Dead, the only girl he ever loved, he realizes; even when she was at her craziest, he was in love with her.
He pushes those emotions inside. Hank and Evan have their own problems. Libby being dead is my fault and my problem.
He thinks to himself silently as the doctor's eyes look over him.
"You're bleeding still." Hank says sternly.
"I know, I also know it's not going to stop any time soon." Tucker says looking at his shaking hands.
Not that I care….