caged // ambrollins

morning medications

deans pov

black turns to gray.

i sat up as silence filled my ears. i felt like i was in a void, alone and empty. 

this asylum is the definition of vile. stains of blood trailed the floors, the walls all scratched up and dirty. writing on almost every wall i laid eyes on.

it was a true hellhole.

i stared into the empty space where rollins would typically sit, but that's not the case right now.

but without rollins there, now i felt pointless. i had a purpose. making his life as pointless as mine.

i began to drown myself out of the world, the gray fading back to black as my eyelids shut.

but only to raise up again as the steady scratching of plastic rubbing on the floor filled the void of silence.

it was rollins. my so called hero.

my body raised as he beckoned me silently.

" what do you want? why are you here? " i knew he could tell i was drowsy.

" medictions. "

" i don't need it. "

" i'll be damned if you don't take this. you wanted to heal, didn't you? "

a smile unveiled on my face, " i've been in here for twenty years for a reason, doctor. "

he knew i could unhinge when i wanted to. 

the skid of the plastic rang in my ears as the package of pills was slid to me. i could tell he wasn't one to cope with me at this time of day.

his bags under his eyes revealed much of the current time of day. 

the aged plastic glided across the floor until i clicked shut.

the pills were chewable. maybe i could possibly do something right for once in my god forsaken life,.

one pill after another went into my mouth as they then crushed into a powder, then went down my throat as i ingested it.

it hadn't kicked in, my wretched body slowly collapsing to the firm, polished concrete. once again, gray fading to black as my body shut down once more into a time spanned snooze.