Yin's Story

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I don't want him to hurt me. I don't want to feel pain anymore. I'm in no rush to get there. But what if I don't get there on time? What will he do to me then? I don't want to find out. I start limping faster. Maybe it'll just be an examination. Nothing serious. No surgeries. I'm probably going to get groped again though. Compared to everything else that's happened to me that's the least horrible thing. The large metal doors to the infirmary are open when I arrive. The waiting room comes before the offices. By offices I mean they're just medical beds with white curtains surrounding them. The doors are wide open. I hate that room. The waiting room is full of people sitting on the dark oak benches attached to the walls. Some of them rock back and forth. Others whisper to themselves. Some of them are suffering from serious injuries. There's only one person I recognize here. It's the bully. The leader sits in a corner with his head in his hands and his knees to his chest. I stare at him taking in his features; he's got straight ginger hair, he's tall and skinny. Most people here are skinny. I know I should feel angry towards him for hurting me. But I don't feel that way. 

I feel bad for him. I slowly walk over and sit down next to him.

"What do you want?" He asks annoyed. He's got an Irish accent. I've never noticed that before.

What do I want from him? I don't know.

"I just want to talk."

He tenses up a bit.

"I hurt you. Why would you want to talk to me?"

"I don't care that you hurt me, I just want to know more about you."

He loosens up a bit. I hold out my hand for him to shake. Do it just like my father taught me.

"I'm Yin, by the way."

He looks down at me. His eyes are bright green just like Toby's. He hesitantly takes my hand shaking it.

"My name's Ezra."

At least we're on a first name basis now.

"Do you have any siblings, Ezra?"

His eyes light up as he smiles at me. He reaches into his back pocket pulling out a photo and showing it to me. In the photo, Ezra stands beside a smaller boy. The boy looks exactly like Ezra except for his eyes bright blue like mine, they're both smiling and they seem happy.

"That's my younger brother Julian. He's a little younger than you."

"Is he in here too?" I ask.

His smile falls.

"Sadly, yes. He was brought here with me."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Why be sorry when there's nothing we can do about this?"

He's right.

"You're right, but I still feel bad."

He ruffles my hair.

"You shouldn't worry about stuff like this, kid. You're too young."

I nod my head in agreement.

"Dagenhart?" Calls to Shiro.

I slowly stand up but, Ezra grabs my sleeve stopping me.

"Good luck in there, Yin."

I smile at him.

"Thanks."

He releases me and I follow Shiro. The offices smell like blood and antiseptic. Not surprising. He's probably been doing more experiments.

"Upon here." Says Shiro, placing my chart on a metal tray.

 No scalpels this time. That's a good sign but it probably means he has something else planned for me. I climb on the table and stare at Shiro as he preps for whatever the doctor's going to do to me. I know it's not polite to stare but I can't help it. I notice his eyes are bloodshot like he's been crying and there's more dried blood under his nose. He probably gets it the worse being the doctor's son and all.