Dangerous (unfonted version)

Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ １

He watched him.

He looked at his face.

Distracted.

He moved his eyes down to the other boys' wrist.

He was playing with the strap connecting the two ends of the band together.

Distracted.

Murdoc looked a little closer, reading the information on the band around his small wrist.

POT, STUART was read in small print, Murdoc observed the new learned name.

"Stuart." He said hesitantly to himself. "Stuart." He repeated, only feeling his throat vibrate and hearing sound from his rough voice.

Murdoc, said his thoughts out loud.

Smart.

He looked up quickly, expecting it to be a nurse or assistant.

Stuart met with Murdoc's curious gaze.

Murdoc's eyes widened, not used to such soft eyes staring back.

Stuart stared for a moment, then squinted his eyes slightly, try to read him.

Murdoc panicked by this.

"...that's your name...right?" He said in the same rough voice.

Stuart kept staring softly for a few seconds before reluctantly nodding.

He looked down again.

Murdoc kept his eyes on him, looking at his hair like a bright color on a wall.

His eyes wouldn't leave.

A clicking sound came from the other side of the room, getting all of the attention from everyone in the room.

Murdoc moved his head barely and moved his eyes towards the sound, watching someone come out from the doors.

Stuart jolted his head up as if the door scared him.

He pulled at his band.

Nervous.

The nurse looked right at Stuart, nodding at him slowly.

He looked down for a moment then picked himself up.

Murdoc noticed how lanky his was, and raised his eyebrow.

Stuart kept his arms close to his chest and followed the nurse slowly.

Nervous.

Murdoc scratched at his wrist, adjusting his own band to avoid discomfort.

He began to stare at his own band, reading his name and DOB over and over again.

He never felt alone.

Well, he was alone.

All the time.

But he never felt alone.

He looked to his side; the now empty seat unsettled him.

He slumped down.

He watched the door, bouncing his foot nervously.

Caring.

Something, that Murdoc didn't do.

Care.

He wondered if Stuart was going to have to get his blood drawn.

If he needed to be put somewhere safer.

Away from him.

Murdoc frowned.

He did consider himself dangerous, but he never thought about other's benefits.

He couldn't help it.

He couldn't help his dangerous mind, his dangerous actions.

That's the main reason why he was here.

At a mental hospital.

The hospital band digging into his skin, making him scratch.

He was waiting to be assigned to a room, as everyone else in the waiting room.

He thought about Stuart again, wondering where he would be assigned.

He seemed to soft and calm to be crazy or mental.

Murdoc looked around, all faces grey and dull.

None of them as interesting as Stuart.

Was it the hair?

Murdoc laughed to himself.

The door opened again, exposing another nurse, calling a name.

Murdoc's eyes followed the poor souls' movements.

Not interested, gives him something to do.

The waiting room was surprisingly quiet.

Nobody was even whispering.

They were all nervous.

They all knew why they were here.

They were all anticipating to get assigned.

Murdoc's eyes fell down to his hands.

"Murdoc."

He looked up, meeting the nurse's eyes.

Murdoc got up and followed the nurse, feeling his chest become tight.