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[ugh-shut-call.livejournal.com]

WHO: Sword; OPEN
WHAT: suffering
WHERE: Infirmary
WHEN:The morning he gets out of solitary.
RATING: TBA



Sword lay in the bed in the infirmary. He was bruised and battered, not to mention malnourished and dehydrated. He now lay asleep and hooked up to various things; a heart monitor, IV, and a machine that measured his breathing. Sleep was something he welcomed with open arms soon after Damon finished hooking him up to the various machines. He had hardly got any sleep in the weeks he was in the infirmary. The nightly rapes keeping him awake, dreading when the next one would come. He couldn't even be excited that he was beginning to see blurred coloured shapes. He was so broken now, that he doubted anyone would recognize him.

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[normanwrite.livejournal.com]

Oddly enough, that made him smile a little. At least Sword was finally understanding. "Yes, but we're all a little stupid sometimes," Norman replied. He would know better than anyone about that. "It'll be okay. I don't hate you for it... much." And he surprised himself by smiling again. "We ought to get along, you and I. Sen wouldn't be too happy if we were fighting."

[ugh-shut-call.livejournal.com]

"Norman? Are you just trying toget along with me because of Sen? Or are there more reasons than that?" Sword had to know. He didn't know why he had to know, but he did.

[normanwrite.livejournal.com]

"I have reasons that don't include Sen," Norman said simply. "As long as we're stuck in the same cell, we should try to be civil with each other. We can't worry about being stabbed in the middle of the night." He figured Sword would accept this truce the same way Norman had accepted the apology, but one thing was true: they had to at least try not to kill each other.

"I can't help how I feel about you, Sword. I've tried, but... I'll always feel the way I do. The best I can do is make an illusion." Norman was confident Sword wouldn't understand what he was really saying, but it was a relief to say it all the same. "The question is, do you think you can be around me?"

[ugh-shut-call.livejournal.com]

"Norman." Long pause, "I know you probably don't want to hear this," He said, remembering what Norman said about Sword not be allowed to be defeated, "but I just don't care anymore. If you don't try to start anything with me, you have nothing to worry about." He sighed, "I don't have the energy to fight or argue anymore." He knew if sounded like he was giving up, he was in a way. "I just want to live my life. I don't want anymore drama."

[normanwrite.livejournal.com]

"Really." Norman got to his feet. "No more drama, huh? Well... fine, then. I'll leave you to your rest." It was obvious he was disappointed in how this turned out, but there was little he could do with Sword in this condition. "See you when you get back," he said numbly, and left.

[i-need-sanity.livejournal.com]

However, that was not that, After all, Kashe was free to move at the moment. And the idea of Sword in the Infirmary had him curious. "Pathetic.." His voice was soft, he hissed this out moments after he stood aside to let Norman pass, Head held low to appear more like Ryu than anything.

It was amusing, He had droped from the light now, people had given up on him...So not he could do nearly anything he wanted. "Sword...I assume that You're feeling Miserable right?"