Who: Dennis and Neville What: Broken boys being broken When: Late Tuesday/Early Wednesday Where: Hospital Wing Rating/Status: Probs low/Closed
Dennis woke with a start, nearly throwing himself from the bed, stopping just short. It felt like there was ice in his veins, he was never going to be warm again. And the blankets were choking him, tucked too tight, his legs got caught up when he tried to jerk away from them.
It was a good few beats before he remembered, before it all came flooding back in. The shaking started quickly. With his legs all tied up in the blankets, it was nearly impossible to curl in on himself like he wanted. But he was able to lift his hands to his neck, feeling the bruising and the soreness that was still there. His stomach stretched uncomfortably where there was new skin and a shiny scar to go with it, right in the middle of his abdomen.
Dennis just wanted to go home. But that wasn't a possibility.
Neville he tried to say the name, but only a squeak came out when he turned to look at the older boy sitting next to his bed. His throat felt raw from the inside, out. It hurt. When he tried again, his friends name came out scratchy and barely above a whisper. He hated it.