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:three days later:

Josh's POV

Gasping for air, I awake from my nightmare, my back stuck to the floor. I couldn't sit, due to the dried up blood constricting my back, not to mention the size of the wounds, caused an inexplicable pain in my back.

The room did not smell nice at all, urine and vomit and blood swooning in the air. They didn't clean it up, since in isolation, you are fully isolated.

Its been three days, and all I had was a slice of bread, and one glass of water over the span of those three days.

My body was deprived of all nutrients, if they weren't already, from the not eating and the throwing up. It wasn't nice, it wasn't pretty.

My stomach growled, taunting me with the ideas of food. There was none that was accessible, even if they were, would I be able to get them? I could barely move to throw up, let alone properly sit up and grab food.

I sighed, the room remaining eerily quiet. Normally, you could hear the outside world, but today, I couldn't.

My thoughts consumed me. What was Simon doing? And Tobi and Jide and Harry and Star?

Why did Simon do this to me? If he did get isolation, would I even let him be in this position?

The answer was no. I'd do anything for him. I would die for him.

Hours and hours past, at one point, I found myself counting down the hours, minutes, seconds.

My jaw clenched and unclenched. As did my fists. I curled and uncurled my toes. I needed to move, stand, talk. But even if I tried, I couldn't.

Suddenly, the booming sound of a door getting shut alarmed me. I felt my breath hitch. It was the first sound I heard all day.

I then purposely held my breath, straining my ears to hear the chatter behind the door.

"They came... She was bleeding... She didn't... Death, 19:06." The sentences were muffled, but it didn't matter.

I screamed.

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Simon's POV

"Simon.. You can't be breaking down like this." Olajide sighs, looking up at me with sympathetic eyes.

"I.. I can't believe I did what I did." My voice quivers, and he sighs.

"Simon. What you did was very wrong, I'll admit that.. But Josh is one to forgive, and I'm almost certain I can tell you exactly how he feels." He assures me, causing me to look up from my gaze at the floor.

"Y-you can?" I stammer, and he nods.

"He probably felt so heartbroken when you did what did to him. When you ratted him out falsely with the tone of voice you did, he probably felt so horrible. He took the beating for you.

When he heard you cry, he probably grew confused. He wished the injury hurt him more than his heart. He didn't want you to cry. When he got put in the cell, he probably experienced alot of pain, not to mention the pain in his heart. He most likely wished death upon him.

He most likely heard sounds- screams, whimpers, unfamiliar voices. He probably did those things himself.

When he leaves that room, he will truly be broken, and it will be your job to mend him. The horrors of the whipping, and the confinement and the loneliness, and the idea of being alone for so long, he needs some time and space, so give him that, but don't let him forget he is not alone anymore." Jide explains, causing me to gasp ever so lightly.