Day two
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#4. Other life.
...It's real! I'm alive! But... I'm still somewhere in hospital.
Looking around, I try to understand where I am right now.
Cup touched my lips. It was Tobias, and I barely could see his unshaven, but still childish face.
For some reason, I trusted him before. And now, I calmly started drinking what he gave me.
Cold...
Water! Oh, gods! It's real water! I didn't think rainwater tasted so good!
— Where are we? Tobias! Where are we?—with difficulty I opened my numb and bruised lips.
It wasn't the main question in my mind, but it was all I could say now.
— We're in Deaf Hallway. I killed the bully guy when you passed out, woman, dr. Hamilton, she said something to Judge and others takes us and leaved here... She doesn't escape us from here, does she?—the guy dipped a rag in the bucket.—Take off your shirt, your wounds looks awful...—
— Where did you get the water from?—after all I asked. I really want to know that...
I suddenly thought about the guy's smile, which was somehow associated with the Joker, was very familiar to me.
I want myself back!
I flinch when a wet rag touches the aged cubes of my abs.
My broad, rough face and not-yet-very-old muscles had a new wounds added to them.
— Outside the window, where else? By the way, have you ever seen this beauty in the rainy morning?—Tobias smiles and walks back to the wall, according to the sounds.
At first I was blinded by a bright light, and then I saw a blond guy.
The sun and rain... I haven't seen the sun in thirty years... I wonder why I thought of thirty...
My eyes began to fill with tears. Forgetting that I've been in a bit of pain since the drug stopped working, I get up myself.
It's life! It's a world... The living world is outside, so there is a chance to get out...
The sun and rain... I haven't seen the sun in thirty years... I wonder why I thought of thirty? Maybe this is the rest of my memories...
— I remember what was outside. I remember sitting by the phone waiting for news... My wife was in the hospital, she was pregnant... Our son...—Tobias sighed, and his eyes turned a red.—But why am I here?—
#5. The elder.
Cold drops sometimes fly in here. Even when we walk, they reach us.
I had a feeling that I could still get out of here...
I lost a little caution and walked calmly.
The white hospital clothes were no longer a particular color. Blood and dirt had been painted it for years.
My foot falls into something sticky and literally tries to absorb me, to suck in this substance. It seems that we met one of the Hungry Pools...
In my mind I have already said goodbye to this gray life....
Tobias grabbed my arm and pulled with all his strength.
— It's not working!—tears welled up in my eyes.
— No, I was looking for you and I'm not going to lose you so easy!—the guy yells.
— Hey!—someone calls, and a hook slides down the big and long durty chain toward us.—Don't delay, Bauer! Or you can't get out!—
Emers! Russell Emers! He seems to have been selected for the ring a year ago! It was last time I saw him...
I almost slip and the hook floats up with me.
Tobias helped me to get down on the floor.
— What did you mean when you said you were looking for me?—my voice was weak with fear, and my heart was pounding with terror.
The blond guy shook his head.
—I think you know what's going on here...—I was not allowed to finish-the old man hugged me in a fatherly way:
— Charlie, I thought you were escaping a long time ago or just they let you ran away... — the scar crossed Russell's eye, but did not touch it.
Russell also had a wife, just like Tobias. He even drew her picture...
She's beautiful... It's worth living for.
— Can we escape from here, or shouldn't we try?—I ask him calmly.
— If we can break out of room P-13, there's a chance. Come on, I'll show you the map. I found it in the elevator shaft.—Emers waved his hand and started forward.
— Who is this old man?—Tobias asks me as he helps me trim my pants to my knees.
— This Is Russell.—I don't say anything else.
— Clearly-clear.—the blond man followed, pausing only long enough to throw away the pieces of my pants and his own.
When the pants were shortened, it's better...
The old man taps his fingers on the wall.
— I've always loved hiding places... After all, they can each be made in their own special way... —Russell hits one corner, then the other. The bar moves away.—I put them on a lot of places. So lot... I forgot the biggest part of them.—
The map is terribly old, and the parchment reeks of something sour.
— Here, here it is! I was very much afraid if map would be stolen. P-13... Look, Charlie, this is where you need to get to to get away from all the hell. This map was drawn one of the Cured.
The only good thing in them is that they came out of here. The one I'm talking to....—
I feel the colors fade...
Everything blurs before my eyes ...
#6. Consciousness.
— I don't think it's worth prolonging his torment any longer... Your father-in-law has no chance of returning... You couldn't find out the cause of his coma?—
I heard two people talking somewhere near.
The blonde with the child looks at the doctor with a sad look.
Something strange is happening here...
And where am I now? What the hell is this?
How did I get here?
My head started to throb sharply. And I, not knowing what to do, took a step forward.
My hands felt like cotton. Even the door handle felt weightless.
First the face, which was hidden behind a lot of tubes and band-AIDS, and it was impossible to see. It was pale, old, and thin.
It was hard to recognize him... But I can...
A loud scream escapes from my throat.
My breath comes in short gasps as I choke on my own crying.
My legs stopped working. The palms of hands hit the floor when I fall.
And now I feel something.
A folder with some notes falls to the floor...
I was lying on a hospital bed...
— How is this possible? HOW THE HELL CAN THAT BE?—the more I scream, the more my scream chokes me.
I pound the floor with my fist, trying to knock something down in a frenzied fit.
Hear me, somebody! Hear me!
Anyone... I'm so afraid...
What's going on?
I got up and ran. A cold wind blows a stream of tears from my cheeks.
Suddenly, something seemed to pierce my chest. Hurts... I froze up by a coughing fit. Blood taste in the mouth like death near...
I was there again... I'm back in my hell...
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