Oh, It's You Again // O/O // Closed

"We just have some questions. Scorpion hates us though, so he doesn't trust us at all." Dave scoffed, rubbing the cheek that Scipio had punched.

“That’s not his name…” Bridge whispered quietly, following after them.

They brought Bridge to a room with a table and two chairs. Dave sat on one side of the table and had Bridge on the other. "So. First of all, how did you get here? What did you do?"

He shook his head, just barely responding. “I don’t - I don’t know. I didn’t do anything.”

Dave sighed. "Yeah, I don't care enough to push that further, honestly. Let's move on to your roommate. Are you scared of him?"

Bridge thought for a moment. He had been, at first, but he wasn’t anymore - not enough to move, if that was what Dave had been thinking. He had protected him. “No,” He said eventually, shaking his head.

Dave raised his eyebrows, surprised. "Really? Most new people ask to move immediately. He can be very manipulative and likes to make people afraid. He thinks he's above authority and still threatens guards to this day. We've had a couple quit just because they were afraid he would kill them. If you're wanting to stay with him, the only advice I can give you is to tread carefully. That kid's dangerous."

Bridge pressed his lips together. "I'm not afraid of him. I - I do want to stay with him." He said. In truth, Bridge was a little bit scared - no, intimidated, of Scipio, but he had protected him and he knew he wouldn't hurt him.

"Alright, kid. If you turn up dead it ain't my fault. We'll take you back now. Hopefully Scorpion is still unconscious." Dave stood up and took Bridge by the arm, leading him back to the cell. Scipio was still laying limp on the floor, but seemed to be breathing fine.

The officers released Bridge - not all that gently, either - and shut the door behind them, walking off. As soon as they were gone, Bridge walked to sit next to Scipio's limp form, rubbing his arm where Dave had grabbed it. "Scipio…? Are…you okay?" He asked quietly.

Scipio groaned and stirred, sitting up quicker than he probably should have. His eyes kept shifting in and out of focus, and he seemed a bit disoriented. The knuckles on one of his hands and the side of his face were both bleeding, although not badly.

Bridge reached out to help him up, pulling away at the last second to make sure it was okay. The last thing he wanted right now was making Scipio angry with him.

"I'm gonna fuckin kill Dave…" He muttered, rubbing his temple irritably. "Probably not right now though." He stood up unsteadily. "Hate it when they taze me…"

Bridge tilted his head. "Are…are you okay, though? You don't - you don't look…okay," He muttered softly.

"I'll be fine…" Scipio leaned against the wall, trying to look casual but really just using it for stability. "They figured out a while ago that I'm only really subdued when I'm unconscious, so they started tazing me if I got violent. I'm decent at fighting, but I can't do much if they've got seven guards in here."

"Oh." Bridge was silent for a moment, and then nodded. "I'm - I'm sorry."

Scipio shrugged, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "None of them can take me one on one… they've at least learned that much. The tazing typically ensures that I'll be mostly docile when I wake up as well, since it messes with my muscles and makes it hard to do things. I don't really care though. They're all still scared of me and that's all that matters."

"Oh. Okay," Bridge agreed, sitting back down again. "Thank you…too. Thank you."

"Again, don't mention it. I'll take them on any day…" Scipio's legs were trembling and he sat down on the metal bench, still feeling dizzy. "It'll take a bit for the effects to wear off, though…"

Bridge, of course, was still not over the fact that Scipio had fought all of them off to protect him. "I…I still don't get it…though. Why - why would you fight…them for me? They weren't going - after you," He pointed out.

Scipio shrugged. "You don't deserve it. Any of this. People like me belong here, but you haven't done anything."

"I'm probably here…because of how - how I look," He admitted quietly. "People call me freak a lot. So I - I think I did do something."

"If it's because of how you look, then you didn't do anything other than exist." Scipio lay back on the bench. "Damn… head's killing me."

But that's just the thing. I exist. "Are…are you going to be okay - soon?" Bridge asked, looking up at him. Now that the lighting was better, Bridge could see almost all his features - and they were pretty ones for someone locked in an asylum.

Scipio nodded. "They do this relatively often. It can take about ten minutes to an hour depending how bad they shock me." He felt a bit nauseous and seemed to be shivering, although it wasn't cold. Really, his muscles were just freaking out from the electricity.

(if scipio doesn't really feel emotions how are we going to advance their relationship more)
Bridge only nodded, unsure of what to say or do. "Is there anything…I could do?" He asked nervously.

(I mean, he does, it'll probably just be chill and fluffy. It would advance slowly with little things like allowing Bridge to hug him and stuff)
"N-No… I'll get over it quick enough." Scipio folded his arms tightly over his chest. He didn't like being in this state; he was vulnerable, and it made him a bit nervous.

(alright)
"Oh. Okay," Bridge agreed softly, scooting a little bit closer to Scipio anyway.

Scipio stared blankly at the floor, trying to convince his mind that he wasn't in pain as he'd done before, but his muscles continued aching and trembling. He sometimes felt shocks similar to pins and needles going up his arms and legs and winced, never making eye contact with Bridge.

Bridge peered up at him, tilting his head and knowing exactly what was going on. "You are…you are in pain, aren't you?"