30x300 by -yannik-
DAY TWO
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He didn't expect to fall asleep easily, but he woke up in the morning – quite surprised. The last few days must have made him tired after all.
"Good morning" he said to Ivan. One more of his guards.
Ivan didn't answer. He stood at his post at ease, not sparing even one glance at the Lieu… at the Ensign inside a brig. Solitary confinement – Tom thought bitterly. He started realising what those words meant.
He got up, and walked the cell. One-two-three-four-five-six-seven. Turn. One-two-three-four-five-six-seven. Turn. One-two-three-four-five-six-seven. Turn. One-two-three-four-five-six-seven. A square. Seven steps wide, seven steps long, seven steps…
He was hungry.
"Will I get something to eat?" Nothing. "Hey, Captain didn't sentence me to starv, did she?" Nothing.
Solitary confinement.
"Some water at least?" Nothing.
There was a sink… and a toilet… behind a curtain. Some privacy, huh? There was water, so at least he could drink.
The day was slow. The slowest ever. He knew how wide the brig was, how long. He knew the exact measure of it diagonally – in feet, in small steps, in large steps… He did about five hundret push-ups. More perhaps – he stopped counting around four hundred thirty seventh. He tried standing on his hands, but it gave him headache after ten minutes, so he gave up on that.
Around midday Neelix came in.
"Neelix!" Tom exclaimed, happy to see familiar face. So Captain wasn't such a monster!
The forcefield shimmered, and Neelix stepped inside. He put the tray of food in front of Tom.
"Leola root? Neelix you've gotta be kidding me!" Tom rose his eyes, but Talaxian was allready out of the brig. The forcefield shimmered again. "Neelix!"
The cook left, without even turning back.
"Neelix…"
Solitary confinement…
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