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Who: Bridget and Mel
When: Next day during lunch hour
Where: Library
What: Returning the book
Rating: PG-13

Finding himself unable to look at the book any longer, Bridget slipped out the door of the infirmary. Again, he didn't tell Muraki where he was going, or anyone for that matter. He had had no sleep and felt positively horrid as he ambled down the halls of the prison. The prisoners were making catcalls, but what did it matter now? It really didn't at all.

Sighing, he entered the library. It wasn't like there was any physical damage, save for the marks were the bands that held him down from last night left bruises. Though, now he was sore and had a perpetual headache. He wasn't able to eat that day, feeling sick at the thought of food. He walked up to the counter to just lay the book and started to turn to leave, never once looking up to see if Mel was actually there.

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Mel watched those blue eyes, noting the exhaustion, and tried to analyze things. It seemed strange, the attitude. Worse than the startlement and not wanting to return when he'd first met the kid.

"Is it just busy? You look exhausted, Bridget."

"Yeah...I did double shifts. It happens."

He looked towards the door again and started to turn towards it again. "I'll rest when I can." Pulling away from Mel, he headed closer to the door. "Wasting time, you know..."

He was out of it, almost in a daze as he made a few steps.

Mel frowned a bit, and moved after Bridget. He grabbed again for the small boy, but this time only to grab his shoulder gently. "You need to rest, Bridget. You don't look well at all."

His shoulder tensed and he stops and looks back at him. "It's fine, really. Um...see you around." He shied away, knowing if Mel knew, he'd never look at him again. So, why cause anymore disappointment than he already has?

He just had to get away, he had to go back and make sure he wasn't in the wrong for anything. His family was at stake for his stupidity. Faking another smile, he waves goodbye and started to go through the door frame.

Mel frowned, something was definitely off. He had tensed at the touch, and also... He reached out to grab Bridget by the wrist gently, so that he could look at it more closely, hoping the boy wouldn't dodge before he could.

He let out a soft noise and shook, jerking away. "What?"

Mel blinked again, his eyes widening slightly, before reaching for Bridget's wrist again. "Let me see your wrist."

He backed up again, his head started to pound. He pulled his wrist away again. No, he can't let anyone know, his family would be killed. "Um...why?"

Mel looked down, trying to see if he could get a look at the wrists without having to grab for the boy again. "Because something seems wrong." He replied.

"Nothing's wrong." Nope, not really, he caused this and now he can't get out of it. If something was wrong it was with himself.

"I got to go, Mel." He really didn't have a way to keep his wrists from being shown, but now he had one option and get back to the infirmary. Walking fast, he went into the hallway.

Mel frowned still, and this time he reached out with both hands to grab Bridget by the waist and pull the young man into him, before his hand shot down to grab one wrist gently, examining it.

"... What happened?"

His eyes grew wide as he was pulled back and looked up at Mel. He didn't look like he was going to burst into tears, his face turned blank.

He could just see his family dead at this point. Bridget started to hiccup, he felt like like an invalid. A lie wouldn't be convincing enough. "It hurts, I just had a little accident in the infirmary, I'm clumsy you know."

What was with that look? It was strange.

Mel kept hold of Bridget gently, running a finger along the bruises on that wrist carefully, although he could feel his own screaming in pain. "And what sort of accident?"

He looked at his wrists and couldn't think fast enough, he would have been able to with sleep. Just with his mind dulled as it was, he couldn't come up with anything. That finger on his skin even let out pangs of pain.

"...just an accident. I'm really tired, will you let me go?"

Mel shifted his hand to grab Bridget's chin gently, so he could look him in the eyes. "Is it really just an accident?"

Did it really matter? Why did Mel even try and care, if he had known, it wouldn't be the same type of care. Bridget pulled out of his grip and looked out the door. "...yes."

Mel frowned, and let his hand reach out to pet Bridget's hair in the same way he had the day before, a touch almost not even there it was so soft.

"You're lying I think, but I won't push it." He kept a stable voice. "But I can listen, it is something I do fairly well..."

"Please don't."

He did however lean into the petting, the first actual decent touch he had by another human being in a long time. He just wanted to keep everything fine and clear of anything bad. His luck had run out a long time ago.

Mel moved around to look Bridget in the eyes again, his own not shifting. "... Tell me if you need me."

He looked in Mel's eyes, he wanted so desperately to say everything, to yell it out. But, right now, he couldn't even get a word out of his mouth. He couldn't mention the deal he made with the devil.

"...just keep talking to me." He needed a friend, he needed someone to keep him sane. But, he instantly wished he hadn't said it to Mel. Mel was too good to have a lowlife that was no better than a murderer to confide in.

"What do you want to talk about?" Mel frowned a little, but let his hand touch Bridget's hair again gently.

"I...dunno..."

He whispered and frowned, looking down at his feet. "I just want to say I can't leave now. That's why I want you to say something...just an anonymous tipoff or something."

He grew quiet. Would that work? Would it really work? Or would Muraki kill his family anyway? He had to try.

Mel watched Bridget a little, frowning. "Something happened between when I was there last and today?"

"I want a lie exposed and I can't." Or rather, he isn't allowed to.

"The one you told me?" Mel blinked softly.

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