Is This What Hell Feels Like?

Just Listen

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. He can’t be trusted! Last time you thought putting someone in a room with him was a good idea, we found the guy dead with no organs!” Brian shouted as he paced the room, “What makes you even want to risk that again?” 

“Jack was hungry. You all locked him in the room with the man, with no food. What did you think would happen?” Pain stated, growing irritated by Brian’s constant hatred towards the man they were speaking about. 

In the midst of their heated argument, Toby began waking up. He let out a small groan as he sat up, completely disoriented. Brian and Pain laid eyes on the pale teen, eventually locking eyes with him. What was once a look of confusion quickly turned to one of rage. Brain was quick to diffuse the situation, telling Toby how he was okay and how he didn’t need to worry. The teen, of course, was still angered, but didn’t have it in him to put up a fight. His head was still spinning and he felt as if he were going to vomit. So instead he quietly leaned against the wall, listening to the conversation between the two men.

The only thing that crossed his mind was the fact they were speaking about him. But again, he did nothing. The teen knew he had no say in any of it, as much as he hated that. Even when he heard them talking about his possible death, he still did nothing.

Once Toby was, for the most part, situated Brian went back to telling pain how his idea was one of the worst he had ever heard. “He would end up dead, and you know who would get blamed for it.”

“I assumed I would be to blame, as it is my idea.” Pain crossed his arms. 

“Wrong. Tim and I would be blamed, actually we’d probably get our ass’s killed for it. You know how Slender is when a new proxy is killed and we knew it was preventable. He would flip his shit.” 

Pain looked behind Brian, to a very confused Toby. On one hand, he knew Brian was right. There was an incident last time, leaving someone dead. But on the other hand, this could be a new chance for the subject of their discussion, Jack. And the one thing Pain wanted was for Jack to be treated, somewhat, as a person. Granted, in a house of maniacs, it was nearly impossible. 

“Let’s just try?” Pain went on, “You and Tim can monitor the two and make sure nothing goes wrong. Besides, Tobias needs someone who can take care of his wounds, Jack is the only other person in this godforsaken complex who knows medical practices. Ever since Ann was moved to Zalgo’s I’ve been overworked. I can’t take care of the boy.” 

Brian sighed, seating himself at the foot of the medical bed that Toby was resting on. He knew the doctor was right, but he was nervous. The last thing he wanted was to be killed because he let another occupant die. Just as pain, he had two options. Take the risk, or overwork Pain. Ultimately, whatever he said went, Pain had no real say. But Brian had a heart and felt bad for the man. 

“Fine.” He finally broke the short silence, “But if anything happens, you’re dying too. I’m not taking all the heat for it.” 

“I’m glad you’ve finally come to your senses. I’ll discuss it with Jack and then Tobias will most likely be moved to his room for further care.”

“Good luck, Jack’s gonna put up a fight.” 

“I’m aware, but I’m sure he’ll be a little happy that someone is putting their trust into him once again. I’m not even sure the last time I saw him outside of his room with everyone else.” The doctor's tone shifted to one of pity, “Ever since the incident they’ve been terrified of him.”