Seasonings (basil x sunny)

discovery

basil groans as he returns to a conscious state, a bright light shining directly in his eyes.

as he blinks to return his vision to focused he is hit with the realization: he is back in the room.

however, this time there are no drawings on the walls. no scratches on the door, and the waste basket is empty aside from a couple of wrappers from used supplies.

basil then becomes frantic, well, the best he can in his state.

being heavily sedated after put unconscious by sunny, his movements are very slow and difficult to enforce. this only heightens basil's panic.

after a few moments of struggle he is able to sit up and start to make his way out of the bed, which again takes several more minutes to just sit at the edge.

upon trying to stand basil falls to the floor making a loud thud.

basil freezes, not daring to breathe as he listens to anything that might be coming to the door.

minutes pass before he decides it is clear and he begins to try and pull himself up to stand.

suddenly there is a soft, yet frantic, knock on the door.

startled, basil loses his grip and falls once again to the ground, cursing softly to himself from
both frustration and pain.

a muffled voice is heard through the door: "basil? are you okay? did you fall out of bed?"

"no no i'm fine! something just fell off the desk!" basil replies quickly, not wanting the person to come in.

there is a pause before the muffled voice replies. "ok... ill just come in to pick it up."

as basil hears both this and the sound of keys, he replies frantically now "no! no it's ok, I got it!"

another pause. "are you sure? i assume it is difficult for you to move right now, how did you pick it up?"

"i just used the bed and side table to help, i'm all set. thank you," basil continues to lie, hoping the person will just go away.

"hm... ok, i'll be back in half and hour with your meal..."

"ok! thanks," basil replies.

this time basil is able to hear the footsteps descend and he takes a big sigh of relief as they can no longer be heard.

he takes another moment just in case someone else returns before going back to trying to stand.

upon finally making it to the door he reaches out to touch it to be transported back to the woods. nothing.

concerned, he tries again.

still nothing.

now in a further state of panic he comes up with another idea, but it is not the brightest.

stumbling his way back to the bed, he kneels down on the floor where the trap door is hidden under the leg of the bed.

he takes a deep breathe before lifting up the bed and sliding the same hand that was previously broken under it.

he takes an even deeper breathe before clenching his teeth and letting go of the bed.

he clenches his teeth harder to keep from screaming in pain.

nothing happened, he's still here.

tears welling in his eyes he realizes that this is real now. it is no longer a dream, if it ever was.

with adrenaline flowing through him, he is able to lift up the leg of the bed and take his hand out.

once free he realizes he needs to also come up with a story to how his hand is broken.

his mind clouded by the pain, he is still able to figure something out.

with his non-broken hand he picks himself up and goes over to the side table, clutching his wrist.

he opens the drawer and sighs of relief as he finds markers there. his plan could still work.

he starts quickly doodling on the table and places two of the three markers beside them.

the third he tosses on the ground nearby where he lays down in a specific position close to the dropped marker.

then, he screams.