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"What was said between you and that guy?" I look up from the ground to see Frank hovering above me, watching as his eyes darted around the room to the orderlies keeping a close eyes on us to Michael who was also watching me from a distance, wanting to know how I worked. Frank was so obviously frightened to even sit down beside me just encase they thought we were sparking up our homosexuality and they thought another treatment was something that we were in desperate need of as soon as they could arrange it.
Neither of us really wanted to go through the 'treatment' all over again, knowing full well that it was bad the first time and knowing that having the shock therapy two days in a row wasn't exactly going to be classed as a healthy thing for us to be doing with our bodies. It was safer for us both to keep as much distance as we could manage to keep between us without seeming too far away from each other, still wanting to he close and to have a proper conversation without the awkward gap that was evidently between ourselves.
Frank finally becomes satisfied with who was watching us and how many people there were and sits down beside me, taking my roll up and taking a drag. Frank hands it back to me pulls out his own roll up and lights it, taking a drag out of that one too. I give a deep exhale of air through my nose, a sound that I usually done when I found something funny but not funny enough to actually laugh, just heavily exhale, "So you had all those roll ups in the cage, you had at the least one when you got back into here, yet you still find a need to smoke away at my roll ups."
Frank gives a smile to me as he tilts his head backwards to blow the smoke out of his mouth and into the air, taking a deep breath in once he had finished exhaling the toxic fumes. Frank keeps his head tilted back slightly, one hand holding onto his roll up whilst the other hand continues to fumble with his box of matches, "I have a few things wrong with what you just said. Number one; they're not your roll ups, they're actually Brendon, so who is the real beggar here? Number two; the notion that I am a beggar set forth has been denied. I am not a beggar, more simply, I am a ponce. I get free shit off of others because I hate wasting mine."
"That does indeed sound like you, dear Frank." I smirk and take a drag of my roll up, blowing the smoke out of the side of my mouth before continuing, "But they haven't given me my tobacco or papers yet, so I can't exactly be giving out free roll ups if I haven't got anything to get away. Hopefully Brendon won't mind providing for me until-"
Someone tackled me to the floor before I could even get the rest of my sentence out of my mouth, a squeak escaping my mouth at the impact and the last puff of air leaving my lungs when I collide with the floor. I didn't see who it was before I feel a pair if teeth sink into my right shoulder, piercing the skin and tearing a chunk out of me. I scream, but the sound was blurred out by the commotion caused by everyone else that was rushing to see what was happening, who was attacking who and what the reason was.
They bite into my skin again, projecting a scream of pain and terror from me, whoever it was eating me was getting closer and closer to my throat and not for a second did I doubt this person's skills on ripping out someone's throat with their teeth. Clearly this person was someone that was used to cannibalism and has had practice on people previously. Now that I had pissed them off I was going to be the next one they ate.
I go to move my arms to try and push this person off but the pain from being eaten shoots down my arm and it drops to the ground, useless. I push them of with my left arm but didn't really make an effort to make a move off of the floor afterwards, lifting my head to see Brendon's mouth covered in my blood and a demonic looking grin painted on his face to show off his red-coloured teeth. I let my head drop back onto the floor as I gasped out, pressing my hand to my wounded shoulder in a vain attempt to keep it from bleeding out.
"Brendon why the fuck did you try eating your fucking friend?! What are you doing? You're not going to have a chance of getting out now! Who the fuck does that?" Frank gives up with shouting at Brendon and he helps me struggles to get me to my feet, "Gerard, you alright?" I nodded slightly as Frank takes me towards the entrance of the daytime room, orderlies coming forward and taking me off of Frank's hands and heading towards the infirmary, Frank still following right behind us the whole way.
"What did you say to cause this?" One of the orderlies demanded as they push me onto one of the gurneys and rip my t-shirt off of my body to sterilise the area of the bite marks I had sustained from someone I thought was my friend. Frank was still standing there at the end of the bed getting in nurses' way as he continues staring at my topless form, the orderly that had been taking Frank to electroshock therapy looking between Frank and I before he makes a disgusted sound, "Take the gay abomination away before he gets any ideas." He growls out, smirking a little when two other orderlies I hadn't previously seen drag Frank away from me.
I guess every orderly in this place was a homophobic asshole just like Matthew.
