The day coming was definitely a problem. Fisher had wondered what they'd do, if they'd just stay here and let the staff find them. That was probably an awful idea. Not only would it get them both tossed into solitary, but it would put the entire place in lockdown until the two of them were found. No, it was probably better they just go back in and get the shit over with. Speaking of the shit...
"Oh, no," Fisher moaned, covering his face with a hand. He'd left the blow on James' fucking bed. If the staff had done bedchecks yet, and it was likely they had, James was fucked. Sitting up, Fisher hoisted himself off the foot of the cot, grabbing his underwear off the floor and stepping in. "I gotta get back there," he said hurriedly, making a feeble attempt to flatten his unruly hair. "Fuck, fucking fuck..."