𝑨 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚. (𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏)

{12} Late Night Talk

"I don't fancy having one side of my face singed off thanks!"

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Brooklyn couldn't sleep.

She had been tossing and turning for hours, unable to find a comfy position to relax in. Her ankle was throbbing, causing her a great discomfort, which didn't help the situation at all.

It was odd considering the tiring day she'd had and after having a long chat with Hunter, the girl couldn't wait to climb in to bed and fall in to a deep slumber. Yet, here she was, bloodshot eyes wide open staring aimlessly in to the pool of black surrounding her.

Brooklyn had suspected it to be at least three in the morning, meaning almost everyone- apart from the guards- were fast asleep. She would be lying if she hadn't thought about venturing out and roaming the desolate corridors. Surely no one would care as long as she kept quiet. Then again, she was on crutches, it would be a waste of time and effort.

Not unless you had someone with you...

The girl beamed a smile to herself, her subconscious did sometimes have the best things to say.

Carefully bringing her legs across the bed, Brooklyn pulled off the duvet and reached for her crutches. She used them to stand up and walk across the room towards the door, not caring at all that she was in her pyjamas, which really just consisted of a black vest and shorts.

The crutches slapped loudly against the metal tiles with each hop she took. Brooklyn warily made her way downstairs, taking extreme caution due to her ankle.

Once she'd made it to the right floor, she stumbled across to room 17, which she hoped was the correct room. Trying not to cause a racket, Brooklyn quietly did a series of small knocks against the door, wincing as they echoed throughout the hallway.

A shuffling sound occurred from the other side before the clicking of the lock became undone and opened. Brooklyn gleamed at her friend with bright teeth, "Hey Hunter... You guys awake?"

The boy's brows knitted together, his shadow outlined by the glow of a lamp behind him, "I am now! Look no offence, but what are you doing here?!" He whisper-shouted, "d'you know what'll happen if you're caught out of your room at this time?!"

Brooklyn shrugged, "oh stop being a pussy!" She shoved the door wider with one leg of the crutch and made her way inside the large bedroom, "woah you're room is double the size of mine."

Shutting the door behind him, Hunter sighed and tiredly rubbed his eyes, "that's cause we gotta share." He motioned his arm to the snoozing Austin wrapped up warmly in a white quilt on a single bed placed in the corner.

As if it were her room, Brooklyn made herself at home and sat down at the small table. The layout of the furniture was exactly like her own and so she treated it like her own.

"So, why are you here?" Hunter questioned, his voice evidently showing how tired he was.

Brooklyn half smiled, "couldn't sleep. And when we were walking back earlier, you did say if I ever needed anything, you'd always be there for me to talk to... So here I am, at-" she looked over at the digital clock on Austin's bedside table, "three-thirty in the morning!"