brian's pov
i ran out of the cell trying to find somebody who would help matt. but who would help? nobody. everyone's afraid of him, and the guards want him dead. the guards run the medical supplies room, so their not going to give me anything if hey know it's for him. this is ridiculous! i'm just going to be running in circles like a damn chicken with its head chopped off! but then i found it, the one thing that could help matt. roaming around the hallway whistling some song was alex varkatzas, the pill junkie. he found a way to somehow break into the medical office a long while back and stole a bunch of shit, mainly pills but i knew he got some supplies too. he was basically a walking medical kit now. the guards haven't found any of it 'cause he's got it all hidden so well. if he doesn't have anything, no one will.
"alex, hey alex!" i said running up to him. he turned around, his glazed eyes watching my every move. he had just taken something. he didn't say anything, just stood there.
"hey man, listen, i got a friend who's hurt real bad. i'm gonna need some pain killers, and something to stitch him up with. can you help?"
he kept staring at me, narrowing his gaze. "who's this friend?" he asked. his voice was raspy, i'm guessing from the drugs and cigarettes.
"matt sanders."
his eyes shot open, revealing every red line on them. "nah...nah, i dont have anything for you."
he started to walk off, but i stopped him, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him back towards me. "look ektor." i whispered. he covered my mouth quickly.
"don't fucking call me that," he said angrily. see, alex, or should i say ektor, responsible for a lot of shit in greece and carried some of that over here. when he thought he was going to get caught for it, he changed his name to alex so that he wouldn't get charged for that. nobody knows for sure what he used to be involved in, but it must be something big since he wanted to hide it.
"if you don't help me, i'll let the warden know who you really are, and i'll also let him know where you keep your little pills you like so much." i hate to be a rat, but hey, desperate times call for desperate measures.
he looked at me, pissed as hell but he knew he had to help me. he turned around and motioned me to follow him back to his cell where he got out the supplies. i thought he was going to hand them over but instead he asked me
"so where's the body at?"
"you're coming with me?" i was shocked, and kind of reluctant about that idea.
"i don't trust people with my shit," he replied. he was the stubborn type, so i knew there was no use trying to talk him out of it.
i sighed. "this way" and off we went to matt's cell.
zacky's pov
i pounded on matt's chest trying to get him to breathe, but found no luck. memories of high school health class flooded my brain, when we learned cpr senior year. there was no way i was going to give matt fucking mouth to mouth though. no fucking way! but the more i pressed on his chest, the more i realized, fuck, i'm gonna have to. dammit!
i tried to remember the steps in my head. check for breathing, open the airway, two chest pumps then two rescue breaths. since i already knew he wasn't breathing, i tilted his head back and opened his mouth to open the airway. his jaw dropped open like a corpse. i then positioned my hands on his chest, trying to avoid the stab wound i just found, and pressed down twice. i looked at his motionless body; still no breathing. you're so gonna owe me for this! i lowered my face down to his, taking a deep breath. this is definitely not something i wanna be doing. i lowered my mouth onto his, and breathed air into his mouth twice. i got up, placing my hand under his nose. still no breathing. FUCK! i repeated the steps again, and was met with still no luck. third times the charm? i did the steps, this time i gave three chest pumps, and planned on giving three breaths. but by the second breath i felt matt's rib cage move, and then he coughed back into my mouth. i sprung back. that was so fucking sick! i looked down at matt, who was now full of movement and choking as he allowed air back into his lungs. after a couple more times, he was done his coughing fit and laid flat against the floor trying to breath steadily. i climbed over next to his side, rubbing his arm.
"keep breathing matt, just keep breathing," i cooed, trying to relax him. where the fuck is brian?
as if by some magic power, brian suddenly appeared, followed by some other guy who looked like he'd been doing drugs from out of the womb.
"zacky, this is alex. he's gonna patch up matt for ya," brian said, pushing alex foward. i could tell right away that he didn't want to be there. he stepped foward, eventually kneeling down besides matt. matt looked completely terrified to see this guy there.
"you're going to stitch me up! no no no no no! fuck that!" matt attempted to shout, though his voice was barely above a whisper because he was so weak.
"look, it's either let me help you or you die. i don't even want to fucking be here right now, i could fucking care less. but obviously your friends do, so here i am. so it's up to you, live or die?" by the look on alex's face, he was serious. he didn't care whether matt died or not, but he was the only hope of him having any chance. matt laid back down, taking in a deep breath of air. "fine," he sighed.
alex nodded, and proceeded to pull a giant needle and some thread out of his pocket, along with a pair of scissors. he cut open matt's shirt and then shoved the needle through his flesh. matt winced in pain, and i had to look away. it was disgusting to look at. but alex remained cold to it, looking as if it was nothing new to him as he stitched away, forcing the needle in and out of matt's skin. within a couple minutes, alex was done and knotting off the thread. he then proceeded to wrap the area up with gauze, and handed matt two small pills.
"take these now, and tomorrow come back for two more to stop the pain," alex said, dropping the pills in his hand.
"why can't i just hold onto the bottle?"
"think you're the only one who needs these?" alex replied, popping two pills into his mouth. so he's a pain killer junkie. he turned around on one foot and headed down the hall, whistling some song i heard of but can't quite remember. that's gonna bother me!
brian came beside me and we both helped pick matt up off the floor. we stayed with him for a while, no one speaking, not wanting to talk about what just happened. i was worried for matt. i knew the guards wouldn't be back that night, but what about the next night? matt was not safe here, and he needed to get out. there's no way a serial killer's getting out of prison though. but i soon found out that maybe there is a way, and our pill popping junkie knows a lot more than he leads on.
