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Blake held Kevin steady as they walked towards the hallway’s sitting area. Two off-duty Guards sat next to one another and sipped coffee. They looked fuzzy. Super duper fuzzy. Like vibrating dolls. “Can we use this space for a moment?” Blake asked. One of the dolls said something Kevin didn’t understand. Or couldn’t hear. Then they rinsed out their cups in the sink and floated away. “Well, guess’s free now!” Kevin slurred. “Don’t listen to what they say,” Blake said. “They’ll get reprimanded for that by their division leaders…hopefully.” Rubbed his face with a loose hand. Everything felt loose. Loopy. Super dooper loop loopy. Swallowing took thought. Standing felt… Well, didn’t know. After weeks of taking Ritolgloc, Rezzilin, Maxitolin, Zynex, and Axeto, Kevin had trouble focusing and listening and hearing, but didn’t have any trouble sleeping or eating at all. Sleeping and eating and sleeping and eating was fine. Fun. Blake had finally let him out of his room for the first time in… A month? Two months? Three, five, four— Seventeen, forty three, nine. No clue. Could’ve been two months. Could’ve been two hours. The medicine—two pills in the morning, three at lunch, and four before bed—kept the days rolling rolling rolling into one another. Didn’t mind it. Had never gotten high before. So whenever the Líder decided to let him go, Kevin would have a super cool story for Mom and Dad. They’d never believe him. “Kevin, did you hear me?” “What?” I asked if you were ready. I’ll stand here.” He began stretching near the sofas. “The Líder says he wants you to stretch your wings out every Wednesday.” Did what was asked of him. In his head, all of his days mashed together like gooey, sticky dough, stretching over a calendar like he stretched over the tiles. The more medicine he took, the more loopy he felt, but that was fine. Heard less from the voices because of it. They’d practically vanished. Kill yourself. Run away from Blake. He’s going to hurt you. Totally gone. Blake whistled. “I didn’t know you were so flexible.” “Most birds are.” Blake paused, then tried copying Kevin. He reached his ankles before groaning and slowly rising up. “I guess I need to work on that.” Chuckled as he sat down. Touched his bare toes.

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