Saviour's Hell (Completed)

Frustration

"You're not listening to me." I said, losing my patience with Dr. Saunders. I was sitting in a chair in his office the following morning, talking to him about my nightmare. "It wasn't a bathtub filled with water...it was a room filled with blood. I didn't fall asleep...I drowned. I wasn't coughing...I was being strangled."

"Elijah, I think you simply fear dying." Dr. Saunders said.

"That doesn't help me. Not to mention the fact that fearing death is completely irrational."

"Who was strangling you?"

"Ryan, but he wasn't actually strangling me. That's just what happened in the second part of the nightmare."

"I think it might be best to separate you and Ryan for a while. I don't want him to end up hurting you for real."

"No,"

"Ryan is a violent being; you don't know what he's done."

"And you don't know him the way I do. Ryan isn't just some violent kid, okay? I think he's just traumatised."

"You aren't a psychiatrist, Elijah."

"You're supposed to be a psychiatrist, and you're not even helping me figure out what's going on inside my head."

"I'm a psychiatrist...not a psychologist. It is not my job to help patients figure out what their dreams mean."

I was silent for a moment before I stood up. "You're not going to separate me from Ryan." I turned and left his office.

"Why don't you want to be separated from me?" Ryan said as soon as I left the office, making me jump. "Was yesterday too good to just throw away?" He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, partly covering the Punisher skull printed on his black shirt.

"How do you always know exactly where to find me?" the question was rhetorical.

"That doesn't answer either of my questions."

"That's because I haven't given you an answer yet."

"Well? I'm waiting."

"So?"

He frowned. "Don't test my patience, Winters. You only know a very small portion of what I can do."

"In what sense? Because I've had two physical encounters with you, and they were both completely different from each other."

"You know which one I'm talking about."

I decided to just start messing with him to have a little bit of fun in this prison. "Do I? Do I really?"

"You're the one who experienced it, unless you were diagnosed with some kind of identity disorder."

"You're the one who did it both times."

"Keep in mind that one of those times I nearly killed you."

"Who's to say you didn't kill me the other time, but in a different way?"

"Are you suggesting something?"

"Yes, and I'm kind of craving something right now."

He raised an eyebrow. "And what would that be?"

"I think you know."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go,"

"Alright; come on." I started walking away from him.

"Uh...Elijah? Bedrooms are the other way."

I stopped and turned, smirking at him. "Tsk, tsk, tsk." I said, shaking my head. "I'm headed somewhere else, and I think you might want to join." I kept walking away, and he soon followed suit.

Eventually, we ended up in the cafeteria, sitting at his isolated table with our trays of food.

"Ryan?" I said after a few minutes of silence.

He glanced up at me from his food briefly before redirecting his gaze back to it.

"I think you're gay."

He instantly stopped chewing and just froze. After a long moment, he slowly looked up at me, swallowing his food. "What did you just say to me?"

"I said I think you're gay."

His eyes narrowed. "I'm not gay,"

"Really? Then what was yesterday?"

"What do you think?"

"I think it was you being gay."

"Then does that make you gay, too?"

"Did you just admit that you're gay?"

"Why are you avoiding my question?"

"Why are you?"

"I'm not avoiding your question."

"Yes you are."

"I'm not; so are you gay or not?"

"Are you?"

"You're avoiding my question again."

"No, I'm not gay."

"And neither am I. We're just not allowed to hook up with the girls in this place because...you know...pregnancy, no condoms, all that jazz."

"So you're straight?"

"No; are you?"

"Yeah,"

He gave me a look. "Then what was that from yesterday?"

"Probably just tension or something. I wasn't the one who made a move."

"You didn't pull away, either. Plus, you were the one who made a move to straddle me."

I blushed at the memory, and he smirked.

We sat there in very awkward silence for what seemed like an eternity before we finally left the cafeteria.