Tic Tock

First Impressions

As soon as Toby left the room, Clockwork's eye flew open. She immediately grabbed her knives, confused as to why he left them to her but grateful nontheless. As she had discovered earlier when Toby had left, she could not walk anywhere without excruciating pain in her leg. So, it seemed she was stuck here. great, just great.

The murderess sat up and sighed, running a hand through her scalp to try and think of what to do. for the moment, this man seemed to mean her no harm, and even understood she couldn't go to the hospital. at least it seemed that way. She was extremely vulnerable in this situation, and weakness just wasn't her thing, so she had to think of a way to hurry up and heal and get out of there before the man called Toby could do anything to her or learn anything.

"Fucking hell, why'd i have to get trapped like this?" Clockwork groaned to herself, pinching the bridge of her nose and sighing. For now though, she really was exhausted. She kept her knives close and tried to go back to sleep, sleeping lightly in case Toby posed any kind of threat to her.

~~~ Next Day ~~~

"Hey, uh.... Hey Clockwork. Can i call you Clocky? Clockwork is a mouthful... Clocky are you awake? hey Clocky..."

Clockwork groaned and sat up to give him a death glare, grabbing one of the dual pillows and throwing it at him. unfortunately, her depth perception was shit, so it fell short. Toby seemed to get the message though.

"Okay, Okay, you weren't awake and don't like nicknames... but you're awake now and i'm still calling you Clocky. " Toby smiled, his mouth guard off and a patch on his cheek where the gash was. Clockwork hadn't even noticed before, but he was holding a bowl and cup on a tray as well.

"You can't call me clocky. " Clockwork narrowed her eyes at him as he stepped closer, feeling uncomfortably like a prisoner, even though she was certain were she healthy, she could've left whenever she wanted.

"That's a shame. cause you're not in a position to argue. " Toby tilted his head at her as he set the tray down on his bedside table. It had a bowl of beef stew, some bread and a glass of water.

"Thought you might be hungry, cause i know I'm starving whenever i nearly die. Uh... i didn't know what you liked though, so..." Toby shrugged apologetically and stepped back before Clockwork could stab him for talking, which was wise on his part.

Clockwork looked from him to the food suspiciously. yeah, she was starving, but how did she know it wasn't poisoned or something? Toby must have noticed her hesitance, because he rolled his eyes and walked out of the room shortly, coming back with another spoon and dipping it in the soup, then tasting it in front of her. He stared at her and she stared back for a while. When Toby didn't drop dead or something, Clockwork cautiously took the bowl and started eating.

Sighing in satisfaction, Toby sat down in a chair in his room, after shoving a pile of dirty laundry out of it and watched her eat. He was burning with curiosity and the urge to ask her questions, but it would have to wait.

After a while, Clockwork became increasingly vigilant that Toby was staring at her. She looked up from the bowl at him and scowled.