I'm Not Insane (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 8 - Gardens and Labs

Ryan's pov

I don't understand what's making me so happy, but I'm giggling over going outside. It is an exciting thing...

All well. Does it really matter if I am happy? I haven't been this happy in a while. And it's all thanks to Asher.

I giggle again, and then I gasp when we enter the large greenhouse. It stretches so far, it almost doesn't feel like a greenhouse, but rather an open garden in spring. 

"Woah," I breathe in awe, feeling a rare grin stretch across my face.

I don't remember the last time I smiled this widely. I do smile more often with Asher around, though. I'm less lonely now. 

Ash pov

"Ash?" Ryan asks me cutely.

Ugh, I really need to stop thinking of him as cute. It's not right! He's just someone who needs to be fixed! If anything, I should be more concerned with making sure he's not hurt or that he hurts someone else.

"Yes?" 

"Can I go play now?" 

I ponder it for a moment. I'm sure he can move on his own now, though it will be a little hard.

"Of course. Go ahead." 

He cheers, before standing up, wobbling a bit on his skinny legs. He's wearing his institution-issued white pants, but his shirt is new. It's actually something I requested so I could give it to him. It looks too big on him, and it makes him look way too innocent to be dangerous. Sometimes I wonder how someone so cute and unassuming could be considered one of our most dangerous subjects. 

I don't doubt it, though. I've felt a dulled version of what he can do, and it hurt like hell.

Ryan wobbles around, his face bright. I watch him giggle and walk around, touching flowers. I'm slightly worried the meds will make him do something he wouldn't normally do, but that's all part of the plan. He needs the medicines, and they just happen to come with these side-effects. Actually, it's how the name 'insane'  came to be for this 'disease'. 

I chuckle. People really are arrogant. They obviously can't seem to grasp that there are people who are special, so instead they label them as 'insane'. But, we - all the institutions - stand control all of them. All the Specials, or Insanes, as some people call them.

"Ow!" Ryan cries out.

I look around and find him sitting down on the grass, holding his hand to his chest. I jog over to him, seeing him smile a bit when he sees me. His body is less jittery, I can tell. That means the medicine is finally starting to really dissolve into his bloodstream. Good; I don't want him getting hurt.

"What happened?" I ask softly, kneeling down in front of him.

"I was going to take a flower, but then I cut myself on a thorn," he mumbles, looking down at his wound.

Blood trickles from his finger, and I sigh, grabbing his hand. I inspect it, making sure the thorn isn't still in it, before looking around for something to wrap it in.

"Here, Ryan, suck on your finger to stop the bleeding, and I'll go back to the wheelchair and grab a bandage. I'm pretty sure it has some," I tell him.

He nods, sticking his finger into his mouth. I stand up, before heading back to the wheelchair. I find a bandage, and grab one, before heading back to him.

After wrapping up the wound, I help him back to the cell.

"Sorry that was so short, Ryan. I'll take you again next week, okay?" I tell him.