De Pride Isle Sanatorium

Chapter 12: Shipment, part two

The skylight creaks open. The large, coffin-shaped box falls in the middle of the balcony and the nurses walk towards it with their purses. I stare at the coffin. I notice a jar full of red stuff when they opened it. "Come on, Johnson. We're going to be late!" Marissa says. "What's that red stuff?" I ask, pointing at the red jars. "I actually have no clue. Every time we ask, the nurses act like they don't know either."

"Strange..." I shrug it off and began to make my way towards the lecture hall. I feel a harsh slap on my back. "Ow!" I turn around to see Jaxton behind me. "Walk faster! We want to be the first ones to get there!" He says, smiling. He always smiles. How is he so happy in a place like this? I notice that he's holding his arm kinda tightly. "Did you blur?" I ask. "I'm fine! It's so cute how you're so worried about me!"

I blush a little. "Cute?! Shut up, don't say dumb things like that. You don't have to hide your twitching from me, you know."

"I know! I just..." He starts to frown. "I just don't like people looking at me when I twitch. It's like they think that I'm going to eat them already."

"Oh..." Great. Now we have awkward silence. I try to shrug it off and continue to head into the lecture hall. I find an empty seat next to Marissa and sit down. Jaxton then follows after. We somehow managed to get front row seats. How nice!

Someone approaches us and glares at Jaxton. "You're in my seat." He says. We all look up at him. He looks kind of scary in my opinion. He's kind of tall and he looks angry. His voice sounded kind of hoarse. "Uh, no? I got here first." Jaxton protests. "You didn't. I got here first. I only got up to talk to my friends."

"Well, that's your fault. I'm not getting up. I need holy water."

"I do too."

Jaxton eyes the tall man up and down. "You're not even twitching! I don't like people like you. You guys think you need holy water when you all aren't even twitching yet!"

The man leans down and glares at Jaxton. "What did you say?" He growls. Jaxton stands up and the man then stands up straight. The two begin to stare each other down. I never realized how tall Jaxton was until he was standing next to someone literally inches shorter than him. "I said, I don't like people like you."

"Why is that?"

"Because people like you are greedy."

"Jaxton, just sit down." Marissa says. She seems nervous. "No, he started it!"

"I ain't start shit!"

"Yes, you did! Are you dumb?"

There's a pause. "...Fuck did you just call me?"

"I said, are you dumb? Are you offended by being called dumb? Oh my! Someone call the dumb police! I have offended someone so utterly stupid!"

"Jaxton!" I say. Are they about to fight? Should I stop this? "Take it back. I'm tired of your fucking jokes." The man demands. "Make me."

Suddenly, a punch is thrown. Jaxton nearly falls to the floor but he quickly gains his balance and punches the man back. Everyone gasps, some people scream. "FIGHT! NURSE! Help!" Someone yells, running out of the lecture hall. "Fight!" I hear them again. The two just keep hitting each other. Jaxton, doing the best that he can with little control in his left arm, continues to punch the man. I start hearing loud, quick footsteps approach the lecture hall and I turn around to see Sister Rochelle and Sister Amelia with their sticks out. They charge at the two and whack them. Jaxton and the other guy collapse to the floor. "Such unholy behavior. Let's take them to isolation. Put them in separate cells." Sister Amelia says.

I watch as the two nurses pick them both up and carry them out of the lecture hall. Damn, they must be really strong to pick up two grown, tall men. The rest of the nurses walk in. "Disregard that. Unholy behavior such as fighting is completely unacceptable and will result in immediately being sent to isolation!" One of them says.

A thought then hit me. Jaxton's arm. I turn to Marissa. "Marissa. His arm."

"I know."

"Will he be okay? What blur was he on?"

"...I don't know. I hope blur two."

"Why only blur two?"

"If he was on blur three, and he has another blur, his head will twitch..."

My eyes widen. "But...but he's going to be fine, right?"

"He will be let out at dinner. I assume he will be okay."

I sigh in relief. I sure hope he will be okay...