He shouldn't apologize? Well, he supposed it was just habit. He had done it for so long, he had no idea how to stop really. He always seemed to apologize for things that he hadn't caused. Perhaps because he had black outs at times and his body would do something he regretted. That's how he had ended up in prison originally. The best way to get a job at a prison is to be a prisoner yourself. The doctor, as well as the warden, was proof of that. As he had been stitching, he heard the answers to his few questions. They didn't make him flinch, nor stop what he was doing. This wasn't the first time he had heard of horrible stories told by criminals. It didn't bother him. He wasn't sure why, but it didn't. Part of him found it sort of interesting. There were several inmates who told him what they had done in gruesome detail. All the way down to how they picked the bones of their dead something or another. It was all quite fascinating. So, when Rafe mentioned why he happened to be at the prison, the doctor simply continued his work.
Now that he was all done, he simply leaned back and listened to what Rafe had to say. Wisely enough, he had chosen to stay and rest. The doctor's bright blue eyes glanced at the clock. The Warden would be returning soon to claim his prize. He doubted that would go over well. For the time, he would talk with the younger. Maybe he could help him talk a little more. He didn't seem like a social butterfly after all. "Well, just lay down for a bit. I don't think you'll be dying anytime soon." He mentioned, standing from his seat and pushing his materials away from the bed. He put everything away, turning his back to the inmate. "In fact, soon the Warden may be returning. I suggest getting all the rest you can." He pointed out, finishing with putting everything in their proper drawers. Then came the question, his hand moved up, fingers tapping against his chin as he turned to look at the inmate. He could have talked to the Warden and tried to convince him to leave Rafe with the doctor. His fingers moved up, pushing up his glasses. "Would you like me to talk to Dirk? Perhaps we ask, then he'll leave you in my custody for a while?" He doubted it, bit it could happen, right?
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Just as the two of them were speaking, the Warden was heading out of his office. He had finished up with one of the other inmates, pushing the bumbling man back into his respective cell. The man bored the Warden. If only he had been more exciting… Sort of like the kid he had left in the doctor's office. Speaking of, he needed to go back to see how his little friends were doing. "Alright everyone. Time for lights out. Don't make me repeat it." He spoke, walking back toward the doctor's place. He snapped his fingers at the few officers that stood around. "Make sure everyone gets to bed." He told them, pointing toward the cells. The officers nodded in response, doing as they were told. A smirk rose to his lips as he shut the doors behind him. Onward to the visit his little friends.
Barging into the room, he grinned at the two males. "Hello there. Are you done?" He questioned, glancing at the doctor. The light haired male shrugged his shoulders, looking down at the young boy.
"Actually, I'd like to watch over him for a few hours." This brought an instant frown to the Warden's lips. As to be expected. The doctor shrunk away, sitting back in his chair. "He needs rest--"
"He needs to come with me." The Warden interrupted, moving toward the younger. "Come on." He said, gripping Rafe's arm and forcing him to his feet. "Time to have some fun."
"Wait, if you do that to him again, he won't last for tomorrow. You don't want him dead do you? After all, you can't torture him if you're dead." The doctor pointed out, feeling a smirk rising to his own features. This caused the Warden to stop. He kept the other's arm in his hand, tightening his grip.
"Back to his cell then."
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