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Miles had, while everyone was occupied glancing over to the cough medicine, gotten the keys. It wasn't as simple as he thought it would be (those who know of sleight of hand as a hobby or trade could relate perhaps to a more tricky clip mechanism.) but it wasn't only Miles who was behind the smoke and mirrors of these improvisations. No. His trickery and 'magic' perhaps had a dash of the mysterious, a sprinkle of the unknown, and the helping of a fable who can make people see, even hear what they want to.
The keys themselves were in Miles' pocket now, which he'd wrapped in cloth by convulsing again to disguise the jingling whilst he twitched to lay uneasily upon the side they were. This was of course to secure their position. If one were so inclined to observe, there still looked to be a set of keys very much dangling still on the belt of the officer who was kind enough to hold Miles' head up. There's a sucker born every minute.
A pair of keys he'd found in the back of the cell, likely a freed prisoners of earlier. Any keys would do.
"Gimme that!" he'd demanded, though not crudely, as he swiped the medicine out of Shane's hand and briefly inspected it. What was this? Syrup? He'd never seen this kinda medicine before.
"What's that? Looks like goop! Hurry up'n feed it to'em so's I can go back to readin' my nude--my cartoons..." Curly said, his guilty eyes sweeping the floor to gather the remains of his dignity.
Loosening the cap, the guard brought the medicine up to the quivering, pursing mouth of the eager-to-get-better Miles. Who still twitched, though through the hard obstacle of his atrophy, managed to swallow much of the cough syrup. Some of which, spilt onto the floor in a purple swell.
Quiet. Uproarious silence. Miles' bated breath and aching body slowly, but surely began to subside its shuddering. He looked up to the guard, his brow all knotted and dotted by sequins of sweat and whispered with all seriousness, and with an entirely hoarse voice. "Thank you. You saved me... you... thank you..." he even took it a step farther and touched the top of his hand. Patting it shakily.
"ALL RIGHT LADIES BREAK IT UP. Back to work!" Curly rolled his eyes and stood aside the door awaiting his partner.
"You're welcome." the other officer had said, nodding, and smiling with a content smile that only those who saved a life can truly smile. He joined his partner and they locked up the cell. The men would probably think he hadn't gotten the keys at all? The officers went back to their stations without hesitation, but watched with the calculation of hawks. Though, with how far away they were, they likely wouldn't hear the coming whispers.
So, Miles rolled over onto his back and crossed his legs, reclining his head upon his upraised hands. He was grinning.
"That was the easy part."