Worse Than Prison

Chapter Twenty-Two

My Own Bedroom

Silence sat on the metal table, his legs dangling off the edge, goosebumps rising on his skin from how cold the room was. He was completely naked, sitting there with a frown as one of the assistants kept a needle in the crook of his elbow, drawing blood. Another assistant was checking his reflexes with a little rubber hammer.

None of them seemed opposed to his nudity and that made Silence uncomfortable. He'd been completely naked at the prison the couple times he was allowed in the showers and the men had watched him intently, as if waiting to tear him into pieces in more than one way.

For some reason, having no one look at him hungrily made him even more nervous.

But he was thankful to be clean.

The assistants had bathed him, carefully washing every nook and cranny. It made him awfully uncomfortable to have two women and a man washing him and looking at every part of him without so much as a bat of an eyelash. But he was grateful to be clean. He could even see his real skin color, which had previously been hidden by the grime. His hair was clean and soft, no longer greasy and dirty.

"His reflexes seem intact," The assistant claimed, rising to her feet as she tucked the hamer away and glanced at the other assistant, who had removed the needle from Silence's arm, "And his blood has been drawn. We'll do the testing and have the results by tonight."

Silence let his eyes slide over to Silas, who was standing nearby with a clipboard, nodding slowly.

"Perfect. Excellent. And his MRI is perfect. It's stunning to find that he's this healthy and safe after all this time. We'll see what his blood tests show. In the mean time, we'll have to test his hearing. R.J. Mike. Go grab the supplies." He ordered to his assistants, who all nodded and rushed around to obey his command.

Silas walked over to stand in front of Silence, watching him intently. Silence squirmed a little under his stare, covering himself before reaching out. Silas stiffened for a moment, expecting to be attacked as an instinct, but Silence only took a hold of Silas's jacket sleeve and tugged.

"Ahn... Ahn un. Jaaa. Jaaa-keet." He spoke carefully, peering up into Silas's face. Silas blinked, then beamed proudly, like a mother having heard her child speak for the first time.

"Oh, don't worry! We'll get you some clothes right away. We're done with all of that. Mercy, bring Silence his new clothes." He instructed. Mercy came rushing over, her heels clicking and her glasses bouncing on her nose as she approached, placing the clothes on the table beside Silence, who looked at them curiously. He slid off the table and Silas and Mercy took big steps back, still cautious.

This was one of those creatures here. Sure, it seemed to have human properties, but the other ones looked human as well and had instantly attempted to rip them to pieces when they had the chance.

But there was no need to worry, Silence thought dryly as he unfolded the long sleeve black and white striped shirt. He wouldn't attack them. He was human, just like Jared had said. He wasn't going to attack anyone, not unless they threatened his life and so far, they were just testing him and the last thing they wanted was for him to die.

Silence pulled the shirt on over his head, letting the bottom hem of it billow just a bit past his waist. He paused, looking at the pants and scrunching up his nose at the rough jean material. He dropped them to the floor carelessly and picked up the shoes, frowning at them before dropping them as well.

"Did he not like them?" Mercy asked, confused. Silas frowned curiously, picking up the pants, holding them out toward Silence, who took a small step back, making a face of disgust.