To be Pretty in Prison

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Hi everyone so I just wanted to let you know that in my absence I am still writing. I'm in a really weird phase where I'm so busy I don't have the time to flat out write chapters so instead what I'm doing is writing little bits at a time for lots of different projects which hopefully will be out soon and will all flood in at once ❤️ Thankyou for all sticking with me 💜

Warnings for mentions of attempted suicided ⚠️

Taylor was actually doing surprisingly well in my care, he wasn't necessarily getting much better but he seemed more comfortable. There was a small bed set up at the far corner of the basement, one I hadn't noticed before because it was obscured by the long rows of racking, Chatty had lead me to it though. He'd placed the first aid kit, as many snacks as he could find and Donnelly's modified radio down before I told him to get back for lights out and to keep them off our trail for as long as possible.

Once chatty was gone, my situation properly dawned on me, as soon as the next count comes they would find myself—and maybe Donnelly missing. I helped Taylor stay in a safe position with his head rested on my lap and gently continued to administer as much water into his system as I could.

Hopefully by morning we'd take him to the bathroom and he'd be able to flush most of the problem out of his system then we can take him back to his cell. I don't know what the plan would be after that, he'd be verging on unconsciousness for the next week maximum and the guards probably weren't going to let him rest unless it's in the infirmary. But perhaps atleast now it looked like a bad reaction to some pills... not so much a suicide attempt.

He would be fixed up and sent back to his cell, not the best option but atleast it wasn't death. The officers would probably be on high alert for the illegal substances too which would not be good for Donnelly. I decided I'd wait to see how he wanted to handle it. Maybe there was a guard out there he could pleasure and make this all go away.

Just as that crude thought crossed my mind, the door creaked open and I ducked a little, holding my breath so I wouldn't be spotted watching who would emerge from the stairway.

Much to my relief, it was Donnelly, I don't know how I'd expected him to behave after what he just did but to be honest, he seemed perfectly normal. His hair was not its usual meticulously styled self and maybe his lips were a little bruised but that was the only telltale sign of a naughtier activity.

Dec walked around slowly till he could see me and leant against one of the boxes there. His tired, broken eyes met mine and I found myself speechless. What were you supposed to say after seeing what I saw?

"How is he?" Dec asked, gesturing to Taylor. I took that as the decider that I shouldn't acknowledge anything about what happened unless he wanted to.

"Doing well, he'll be sick and tired for sometime. But I don't think he swallowed enough pills to die."

"It was pills?"

I nodded and pulled the bottle from my pocket, "Prescription. For Carlson actually. He probably stole them from his cell."

Declan let out a breath, "So it wasn't Coke?"

I made a hesitant noise of disagreement, "Meh... I wouldn't sound too relieved." I then pulled out the packet of white powered and chucked it his direction, "I have a feeling if the pills didn't work he'd have chucked that on top."

Taking the pills in his hand, Donnelly studied the drug with a guilty look until finally he pushed it into his sock and huffed, "I need a drink."

There seemed to be many perks to knowing the main contraband supplier in the Prison, right then I could see only one and that was the bottle of wine he was pulling out of a box labelled 'Spam'.