Day: 4

Waylon leg was still healing from being stabbed by wood. No infection so far and the wound was small, but deep. It was easily cleaned out and closed shut. Waylon felt like a race horse, if his leg had gotten worse they would have shot him. The doctors didn't care for him, jabbing him with needles for any excuse.

He knew the doctors would some times do it just for fun. They would laugh and snicker at there machines. Then one would come over, trying badly to hide a smile. They'd say some excuse, like taking blood or medicine. Like it would harm them to do anything without honesty. Waylon was strapped to the bed, a slave at the asylum against his own will. They would repeatedly jab him, only giving colored placebos or water.

His arm reminded him of drug addicts. So many needle dots going up his arm, clustering at vain spots. That slop they fed him had not helped his healing. From what the doctors said about it. It was a puree meal, easy and quick to eat. The lead brick feeling Waylon got from it settling was on purpose. It had some weird powder that stuck to the sides of a stomach. Like powdered vitamin concrete mixture.

It was meant to stop patients from vomiting it. Especially when surgery's came, patients wouldn't obey doctors. So if they were told not to drink or eat, patients would seek out anything to get out of it. Ripping out wall and bed stuffing or even eating chunks of themselves. Waylon had seen it once before. A patient had eaten almost all of there arms to escape a surgery. Blood pouring and splattering off of him while he fought officers in a cell hall.

It disturbed him, someone so desperate to avoid surgery would rather eat themselves alive. Even if they were insane or not, the more passive patients would be willing. Even if it only bought them 15 more minutes they thought it was worth it. This scared Waylon, surgery's so bad patients would eat themselves.

"surgery's … fucking surgery's. More like dissections." Waylon thought as he was unlatched from his medical bed. He guessed he was being moved to a cell. Marked as "good enough" in health to start experiments.

Two guards on either side and one behind him. They would push him along to make him hurry or stop him from pausing. Walking on his bad leg was still painful. He had to pause in pain, but the officers would smash into him. If he didn't move they would knock him over.

He hadn't been paying attention to where they were walking. Being too busy in moving and staying on his feet. When he looked up, he felt his stomach jump. A medical lab with a surgery table and tools. He froze at the door way, he was going to be operated soon.

He didn't expect this, he had just been approved. He assumed they would wait two days and he could prepare himself. The officers pushed him forward to get him through the door way. Waylon panicked with fear, pushing back to stay out of the room. A officer smashed the bud of his gun into the back of Waylons skull. Knocking him down.

Waylon groaned as he tried to get up. Officers yanked him from the floor, pulling him to the surgery table. He could barely fight as doctors held him down and strapped him in. the officers left, leaving Waylon with the doctors.

Waylon leaned away as a doctor came near with a yellow liquid, filled, needle. He was stabbed into his shoulder, hooked up to a breathing machine after. Hooked up along with I.V and a heart monitor. The shot made everything warp around the room. Things twisting, changing colors, then going black. He struggled to get away till he had black out.

*6 hours later*

Waylon opened his eyes in a blur. The area from his stomach to his chest feeling sensitive and painful. He looked down at himself to see why. He was shirtless with a cut going over him like he was a morgue body. A long Y shaped cut, stitched closed. He felt sick and dizzy seeing it, lying back down to gather himself. He looked over and saw his reflection in a dark glass window. He squinted his eyes at it confused. He could see into the next room.

"a two way mirror?" he thought. He heard the doctors talk about them being installed. Doctors had to enter a code when ever they needed to get through and check on another patient. To cut time they installed the mirrors. Aggressive patients were to be put on the blind side so doctors could see them better in a emergency, but the patients couldn't see them. Not tempting them to try and break the window.

Waylon focused through the window as he saw another patient. He stared at the being lying there, something felt off. As the image became clearer he realized it was Eddie. His heart skipped a beat, the world freezing around him to go cold.

"no … he couldn't survive. He was impaled. He couldn't." Waylons mind raced with denial and fear. He then thought of how close Eddie was, only a coded door or thick glass keeping him away. Waylon jumped when a doctor walked by. The doctor didn't acknowledge Waylons movement and went to the door to Eddies room.

When the door was opened, he almost vomited. Even if Eddie was knocked out, he wanted no chance of him getting in. if he did, Waylon would be screwed. Tied down to a medical table with all sorts of medical tools nearby, ready to be used. He was right in assuming Eddie wouldn't be happy to see him after there last chase.

Waylon watched the doctor unlatch Eddie. His fear and paranoia growing. Even more so when Eddies eyebrow twitched. the doctor left Waylons view, returning shortly with a liquid filled needle. He stared at the doctor, trying to make them move faster. He had hoped that needle was a tranquilizer. He was going to be moved soon, the reason for unlatching him.

Waylon relaxed as the needle got closer to Eddies arm. He jumped and almost yelled when he saw eyes eyes shoot open, see the doctor, and grab there arm. It happened so fast, the doctor had to chance. Eddie was up, grabbing a scalpel and slicing through the doctors throat.

Blood spurted out as the doctor fell to the ground, making a thud loud enough for Waylon to hear. Waylon froze in place, like he was playing dead on the table. Eddie looked around the room in a 1 quick glance. His eyes scanning over the door and stopping at the two way mirror.

Waylon sucked in a breath, staring at Eddie who seemed to be staring back. Waylons curiosity grew, it always felt different seeing patients behind glass. It was like if you watch tigers at a zoo. Fascinating behind the glass, but dangerous when free. Eddies look of curiosity turned to hatred. He bashed on the mirror with a fist, making Waylon jump.

"could he see me? He cant see me, its a two way mirror. He shouldn't be able to." Waylon panicked. He looked around for some sort of escape. All the cutting tools were out of reach and nothing else was nearby. He was startled again when a loud thud and the sound of cracking happened beside him. He looked back at the glass, seeing Eddie with a doctor stool. He had bashed the glass with it, causing a small crack.

"let me out you fucking swines!" Eddie roared, his voice muffled by the thick glass. He bashed the glass a few more times, lengthening the cracks. Waylons body jumped each time he bashed the glass.

"i know you're watching me you revolting perverts!" Eddie roared again.

Waylon was panicking, he didn't know what to do. Eddie didn't know of him yet and yelling would alert his presence. He couldn't cut or slip his way out of the leather straps. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to run. His body was still weak and a bit numb from the drug before surgery. He jumped when the door on the opposite side opened, security walking in. they were the ones here to transport him.

They were surprised to see Eddie attacking the glass with a dead doctor inside. They went to the door and pulled out a key to open and keep the door open for emergency's. Waylon swallowed, if the door was opened it would stay that way. If Eddie got by them he would see Waylon. The security went in, guns up and aimed. Eddie growled at them, throwing the stool at one.

Eddie attacked the same one, unable to slash with his weapon before he was tazered. He fell and they pinned him to the floor, more tazeing and a few tranquilizers shot into his back. Waylon could hear Eddie yelling and thrashing around. The security yelling as they kept him pinned and shot him with a dart.

Eddie was picked up off the floor and hauled onto the operating table. He was locked in again and the security radioed in for clean up. Waylon let out a breath of air he had been holding in. he closed his eyes, feeling so tired at the moment from the sudden panic just after surgery.

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