Jack wasn't sure how long it had been before the two men arrived; the same pair who had given him his first shower. He could only assume it had been another 2 weeks, meaning he'd been here a month. Only a month, he thought, and I'm already half dead. He'd be lucky to make it to two.
He was unable to move when they tried to make him stand up, he didn't have the will to try. The guards didn't seem to mind the fact that he had barely moved an inch, so long as he drank the water when they lifted his aching head up. It had been a few days since he had received the final beating, and his paranoia had only grown stronger as his physical power had left him completely.
The kind man from before tried to lift Jack into a sitting position, but Jack just slumped back to the floor. The younger man stood by the door holding his nose because of the small again, at least this time he wouldn't get covered in it when he stripped the prisoner. The two men argued in hushed voices debating what to do. The elder man tried shouting at Jack, demanding he get up, at first he thought this was successful.
The weak man began to move before him, as he struggled to his hands and knees. Lei frowned when he realised the prisoner was merely trying to crawl away from them, as though he feared what they would do to make him cooperate. Unable to cover more ground than a few inches he gave up and collapsed onto the floor. The impact of the stone against his chest making him cough; Lei stepped away concerned as they mans hacking coughs increased as he wheezed through them, trying to breathe.
Sighing, he make the necessary signal to his partner, they would have to clean him in here. It was hard work moving their equipment to the cell, making sure they wouldn't be spotted by a guard who would surely drag the man to the showers. But if they did that he would be just as hard to clean, so there was nothing to be gained by moving him at all.
They snipped the stained cloths from his fragile form, he tried to curl up to protect himself from the shears as they did so, but relaxed when he realised what they were doing. They were not trying to hurt him. At least not yet, he thought, as he struggled to keep his vision focused on them through tired drooping eyes. He couldn't risk passing out, who knew what they would do to him them.
They washed him down with the hose and shaved the scraggy beard from his face. Lei was sure he had passed out at some point and was groggily coming around again as they dragged him to the next cell before they dressed him. The jumpsuit was the same, and the younger man was sure he herd a moan of hopelessness as they dressed him in it. He wouldn't have been surprised if it had been from the pain he was in; his battered body said more than words ever could about what the guards had subjected him to.
Lei didn't even want to think about the condition of the mans foot either; but he wondered what crime the man had committed to earn such punishment. Shaking his head he lead his partner away and locked the cell behind him; it wasn't his job to wonder, and he certainly wasn't getting paid to sympathize. He snapped his gloves off and pulled on a fresh pair and he prepared to visit the next prisoner, the American already out of his thoughts.
The clean clothes and cell made Jack feel better but he didn't get his hopes up. They had beat on him after his last clean up; surely they would be coming soon. It took a great effort to move so he was splayed out against the far wall opposite the door; he was breathless afterwards but pleased he had been able to move himself. He was certain the guards would be coming soon, he wanted to be able to see them when they stormed the room. This was the only preparation he could do to be ready for them, and he knew he could never really be ready for the. He would always be defenceless here.