Welcome To The: BUNK

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          The ceiling was so bright, the plastic blocked off space was so silent around me. The faint sound of machine deeping in tune with the slight throb in my left arm.  I counted the white tiles, the lights, one, two, three, four, eleven, seven, counting didn't really do much to ease a buzzing mind. I trailed my eyes around the celing dodging the bright lights now, then my eyes landed on the black camera above me, right above me.  The cameras had sound, i reminded my self bitterly. A few hours ago i woke up in another ichy low cot, in another small infarmiry square of plastic. A medical machine monitoring my breathing, blood prusure, and heart rate, all going at a steady pase.

Information of a passed memory of being in the infarmiry washed over me, the information i had learned while listeing to adults shouting, doctors ordering, guards whispering to them sleves. I had gathered information on the medical machines and there purposes by listening. Pulling my self out of my own clouded head, i turned to the side looking to the stool beside me, my bag waiting to be tacken, picked up, held for safety  waited alone. A sigh passed thru me with a huffed breath, everything was quite but the silence wasnt that reason i felt uneasy. It was the silver familiar cuff enclosed around my unpunsured wrist to the cots side bar. I was cuffed to the bed. Stuck, in a infarmiry bed. Secretly, i was relieved for the restraint, holding me down but i would never admit that to the other half of my brain. I was glad i saw a reason not to move, to stay and hide away behind the plastic curtain around me.

If that simple restraint wasnt there i would of moved, and moving would rip away the calm barrier around me and drop the unbaring weight back onto my shoulders, pushing me down to the floor. The bunk, the kids, the knife, the gun, the training, the adults, the window, the enclave, lacy, Maggie, Reggie, jane, Sophia, Ronnie, Jen, peg, Lopez, Voss, Hunter Kale, Bruce . . . Drake.  My breath hitched in my through, stabbing the flesh inside, as the beeping increased in speed from the monitor box on wheels beside me. I took a beep breath and held it a few moments, then released it slowly. I repeated this trick until the beeping decreased in urgency. A flutter of noise caught my attention, cracking thru the calm bubble around me. I didnt turn, or move afraid to smash the bubble into thin air. I could feel weight of another presents in the small square on the side i was turned away from. I knew it wasn't a guard, they would of already ripped me out of the room. Dr.Green would probably stab more needles into my exposed skin.

Jane, could it be Jane, but wouldn't she be trying to talk to me right? Cooing witj fake promises and pressed smiles. A pair of legs came into view in front of me, not big enough to be an adult.  A hand grabbed the bag and moved it to a space next to me on the cot, gently with a soft thud. I held back tbe urge to speak to tell the person to go away, but i feerd speaking would shatter the humming electric silence. The being finally sat down on the small silver stool. I saw a blue long sleved shirt place on a torse, a worn brown ratty jacket slung over one shoulder. i followed the being up to see the blank face of Bruce, but his face wasnt blank as it usually was. No it wasnt blank, his mask dropped as my gaze locked with his. I watched his face twist and contort to hold a new expresstion i couldnt place. Fear, anger, confusion, concern?. . . it didnt matter.

"how are you feeling?" he asked his voice low as if he knew there was an invisible bubble around us crowded with electric humming of machines and little outside noises. I didn't want to talk, him being here did many things. It made the bubble grow comfortable more than it had been moments before. Him sitting there reminded me of the whitebunk and Maggie. It also reminded me that he knows what i have done, he knows about the window which in effect reminded me of him, of. . . Drake.

". . .i don't know" i rasped. My voice a horse, strained, meek whisper. Neglected from hours of unuse, just laying here. I now wanted to brake the bubble, maybe if it popped it all those worries would go away? I mentslly laughed as my self with a sneering dumbfounded expression.