Daylight mooN
Chapter Two: And Time Slows Down
Everything ached.
His bones ached from tests, his arms hurt from injections, his fucking legs hurt from injections, his stomach hurt for God knows why.
Nothing he ate stayed down. He'd throw it up almost instantly after he swallowed it. He was given injections regularly to keep his pain at bay.
But that never worked for long; it always wore off after a few hours.
And the stupid punctures on his neck never ceased to throb, keeping him up at night; not that he could sleep during the night, anyways. The pain subsided to a duller throb during the day, which was when he got most of his sleep.
During the night, he became restless.
He had energy at night; more than he'd ever had during the day. He would sometimes succeed in struggling against the brutal tests and managed to get at least to the lobby of the hospital, where the obnoxious security guard was waiting to put him in a fucking sleeper hold.
Which, why, Roxas would never know, always seemed to work.
Tidus visited during the day, before and after work; both times, usually Roxas was trying to get some sleep.
Tidus insisted he slept with the drapes open, and when he did the deed Roxas would cringe from the heat and yell at him to shut them again.
He didn't know what was going on.
The doctors had said Vampirism once or twice, when they came in to do minor tests and thought Roxas was asleep. He came to the conclusion that everyone here was off their rocker.
Roxas had stopped dreaming, stopped eating the disgusting, crappy food, and stopped missing the sun. And no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't remember a thing from that night. He remembered the rave, and the quad of ecstasy, and the drinks, and the girls, but everything after the walk home was blank up until waking up in the hospital with throbbing puncture wounds on his neck.
His stomach churned uncomfortably from hunger; some kind of craving he had that he couldn't place a finger on.
Two months it had already been, with five failed escape attempts and a truckload of throw up for the nurses to clean.
Sometimes the doctor would watch him eat and he'd throw up in his general direction and smile about it when he was done. The acid stopped hurting his throat weeks ago.
But again, everything ached.
He hadn't slept all day, and it was already around nine o'clock.
He sometimes felt this place wearing down his sanity, chunk by fragile chunk. He depicted pictures in the ceiling when he was this bored. Sometimes all he saw were faces, other times he'd find animals. He'd catch himself laughing at things he would imagine he and his bother would discuss at a time like this; it was getting out of hand.
After he got out of here, he was suing this place for every penny to its' name.
The doctor came in after a few days; Roxas stayed quiet and still. He didn't even look up when his name was called, accent thick in his voice; only after the third time did he answer with an annoyed "What."
Three nurses marched in and three needles went into his skin. One was the serum, he was sure. He only put up a mild fight with the third and final injection, both of his arms already aching dully from the first two. Two nurses held him down when the third needle went into his upper thigh.
Roxas hissed under his breath and rubbed anxiously at the injection site, which was particularly close to his junk. He eyed the nurses as they walked into a line, shoulder to shoulder. The doctor gave them a nod, and all three of them exited wordlessly. Only the doctor remained.
"Roxas."
Roxas didn't answer.
"Roxas."
He balled his fists, clenching his bed sheet.
"Roxas-"
"Oh my God, what the fuck do you want!"Roxas sat up, still soothing the puncture in his thigh and glaring daggers at the doctor, whose name was waaaaay too unimportant to remember anyway.
The doctor smiled. He picked up Roxas's chart silently. Roxas suppressed the urge to strangle something and to bite, bite, bite.
"You will be moving soon." He said. Roxas eyed him, suddenly mildly interested.
"We have a facility across town that will be able to conduct more tests and figure out what's wrong with you. We just need to wait a week for the preparations to be complete and for yor brother's signature on the release. Sleep all night like a good boy; you'll need your strength." And he left.
Something inside Roxas suddenly clicked, causing him to scream and kick furiously at his blankets until his legs were free. He jumped from the bed, causing it to roll a few inches across the floor and marched up to the closed door.
He swung it open and caught site of the doctor, walking down the hallway toward the elevators. Roxas darted toward him without a second thought.
He didn't have a clue.
He picked up speed.
The elevator door opened.
He didn't even know – the doctor stepped inside.
Roxas screamed again, gaining more speed.
He finally knew when he turned in the elevator and pressed his button and the doors were closing.
Slam.
"You mother fucker, get back here! I'll tear that sorry excuse of a grin off your face and feed it to the junkyard dogs, you douche-pit!"
Roxas slammed his fists into the elevator doors, causing dents to appear.
"I'll fucking kill you, hear me!" He screamed and screwed his eyes shut. His fists ached, but he kept pounding the door into submission until his arms grew heavy. He backed up and kicked the large heavy door; the impact sent him reeling back a few steps. He kicked the door again before he felt his legs grow heavy and his eyes begin to drop.
He started getting dizzy. Roxas felt his breathing become labored and his vision blur as he slumped to the floor. He fell suddenly flat onto his back and stared up at the blinding florescent light above him before the world went dark again.
A/N: More shortness will lead to MUCH more longness, I assure you. STAY TUNED AND REVIEWWWWWWWWWW. 3