Words to live by --VegasPete

Chapter 9 - Check-up

P.O.V Pete

When Vegas woke up the next morning he didn't say anything about me sitting on the couch instead of laying in his bed, where I was supposed to be. After the events of yesterday evening my mind had shut itself down again. While I was showering I finally decided that it wasn't worth it to go against Vegas. Leaving is not an option but staying here is also not great. I start to feel more and more like dying might actually be my only option to get out of here, but in the meantime I need to listen to what Vegas says. That way I won't get hurt too badly.

I am currently dressed in Vegas' clothes. After he had taken off the chain I had taken another shower and gotten redressed. Sadly there wasn't anything useful in the shower I could use to hurt either me or him. Vegas was smart enough to remove that kind of stuff. When I entered the bedroom again I was hoping I would be allowed to spend the day in my own room. That thought went away quickly though when Vegas put the Chain around my ankle once more.

'Nop will take you to the infirmary today. Chan will check to see what is wrong with your arm. He will also give you a check up to see if the rest of your injuries are healing well.' I wanted to tell him that that wasn't necessary. The wound on my head had closed a while ago and now I only got headaches every once in a while. The bruises on my chest were fading and I didn't cough up blood anymore. The only thing that still bothered me were my broken ribs, but I could handle those as long as I stayed calm. I only replied with a simple 'okay sir' though.

'The maids will bring you breakfast and lunch. Nop will get you sometime after that. If you need anything else, just shout. The guard outside will hear.' I nodded. The only things I need is to get out of here or to die, but I can't have either of those things. 'Don't be difficult and don't make trouble. You will regret it if you do.' With those words Vegas left the room, leaving me on the couch.

There wasn't much to do. Vegas didn't say if I was allowed to touch anything so I didn't dare to. I just sat back trying my best to not fall asleep. Sleeping was not an option if I was still trapped in the lions den. So I just sat back, staring at my lap. The pain in my wrist had gone down to an annoying ache, so it was a lot better to handle then last night. I expected one of the maids to bring me food once Vegas left, but no one came. I didn't mind. I wasn't hungry anyways.

It was around three p.m. when Nop entered the room. 'Hey Pete! Are you doing okay?' I didn't answer. 'Vegas told you I will bring you to see the doctor again right? He has time now so we will head there in a minute, okay?' I didn't answer again. I know I was being rude, but I just didn't have it in me to respond to him. It didn't even matter if I was okay with it or not, because I still had to go. Nop unchained my ankle and unlocked the door. He grabbed my wrist, much more gentle then I was used to, and guided me down the stairs. 'Do you need anything before we head down there? Something to drink maybe?' I was a bit thirsty, but I also just wanted to get this over with. 'I am okay, thank you.'

After a short while we arrived at the infirmary. Chan opened the door and Nop told me to enter. 'I will wait outside until you are done. If you need me just shout.' So I went inside the room. The sterile white interior gave me the shivers. I sat down and Chan did everything he had to do. After a while he came back, not looking very pleased.

'I will just drop the bomb on you right away. Your injuries are not healing that well Pete. The headwound has almost closed, but there is still some irritation around it that shouldn't be there, which initiates that you haven't been keeping it clean. Your ribs are still a sore spot, but they should be alright in a couple months. As you have probably guessed your arm needs to be put in another cast. There was so much damage done that I could see another tiny fracture in your wrist. That will heal in time though. The thing that I am mostly worried about is your mental state though. You haven't said a word since you entered the room. How are you feeling mentally?'