“Really?”

The incident was all a complete blur, a carousel of color, sound, and sensation that made no sense.

“I don’t remember too much about it.”

“I don’t wanna wrestle with you anymore, afraid I’ll unlock the beast.”

Rory laughed, and shook his head. He looked up at the sound of someone clearing their throat.

“Can I sit?”

Rory nodded at Captain, and he placed his tray down on the table.

“You not getting yours?”

“I usually go at the end of the line.”

Ollie shook his head. “Not now you don’t, not after you smashed Pauly’s face.”

“I’ll go up in a minute.”

Captain gestured to Rory’s hands. “Have you had them looked at?”

“They’re only bruises.”

“Massive bruises.”

“I’m fine.”

Captain flared his nostrils, and Rory raised his hands.

“After breakfast, I’ll see if the doctor will take a look.”

“Good.”

Sebastian walked over to the table with two trays of breakfast. He slid one in front of Rory, then sat down with his own.

“You didn’t have to do that…”

“Getting breakfast after a night of passion, its traditional, right?”

Rory blushed, then stirred his porridge.

“Your hands.” Sebastian muttered. “They’re worse than I thought.”

“I told him he should see the doctor.” Captain said.

“And so he should.”

“After breakfast.”

Sebastian pulled the tray away. “No, now. They could be broken.”

“They’re not broken.”

“They’re black and blue.”

Ollie hummed. “I would’ve said, mauve and mulberry.”

“What?”

“Shades of purple.”

Rory rolled his eyes. “The art police again.”

“Stop saying that,” Ollie hissed.

“You need to get your hands looked at.” Sebastian said firmly.

“Fine, I give in, I’ll ask to see the doctor.”

The guard took him through the gates, and down the corridor that led to the infirmary. He stepped inside, and the doctor waved him over to a bed.

“Lay down.”

“I don’t need to lay down.”

“Just do it.”

Rory huffed, then laid down on the bed.

The doctor prodded Rory’s knuckles, and he hissed.

“That hurt?”

Rory frowned. “Yeah, I didn’t hiss for fun.”

“I can give you some painkillers, something to bring the swelling down. I don’t think anything’s broken, but if you’re still in a lot of pain in a few days, ask to see me, and I’ll sort out an x-ray.”

“Thank you.” Rory murmured.

“I’ll go sort out the medication now.”

Rory looked at the beds, and the sick or injured inmates that had been assigned to the infirmary wing.

“I heard you in the corridor.”

Rory frowned, then turned around. He didn’t recognize Pauly at first, half of his face was covered by bandages strapping his nose.

“What?”

“Well, technically, I didn’t hear you, someone else did, and then they told me.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“A police officer … tasked with getting close to Sebastian.”

“No—”

“Yes.”