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Gideon was already fucking getting stir crazy. About the only thing that kept him sane was thinking about what he left, which he knew wasn't going to last him forever. At this point, it technically wasn't even real any longer, as bad as a figment of his imagination. No one would fucking believe he was on an island for nearly two years, nevermind the kind of island it was. Hell, if not for the ring on his finger, maybe even he would start wondering eventually if he made it up, if he was fucking crazy.
He spent the second day a lot like the first, only going out when he was pretty much fucking forced. He just wanted to lie there and sleep until this was all over - whenever the fuck that was. He still hadn't asked, since he had a feeling any guard would look at him like he was a fucking nutcase for not knowing. He always thought his head would just know this kind of shit if he ever returned, but he was basically a blank on what all took place.
It was near supper that a guard suddenly came and opened up his cell. He sat up, looking a little confused - he didn't fucking think there was anything scheduled for this time, but maybe the damn thing changed every day. He'd never get used to this shit.
"Up," the guard said, which he complied with. He was surprised when the guy suddenly moved to handcuff him, and he looked at the guy over his shoulder, a little fucking alarmed. He hadn't even done anything. "You have a visitor. Cause trouble and you can forget about the hour you're allowed."
His stomach dropped a little as he let the guy lead him. Who the fuck could it be? He didn't know if he could deal with seeing his brother or, even worse, Jules right now. The fresh pain of guilt about why he was in there in the fucking first place was bad, and he doubted he could deal with seeing her right then. He was lead into a small room, which uncomfortably reminded him of the fucking room in the movie. Shit, it could be the same one for all he knew. The handcuffs were only off when they were inside, and he sat down in one of the chairs, his stomach in knots.
Who came into the room made his breath catch in his throat. For a second, he wondered if he was fucking seeing things, because it was pretty much impossible this was happening. He stood up slowly, just fucking staring at Penny - his Penny, the one he'd fucking fell asleep against two nights ago. He vaguely heard the guard leave to stand outside the door.
He tried to speak, say her name, but shit, he was almost fucking afraid to, like maybe she'd disappear if he did. Finally, though, he did find his voice. He had to be fucking sure.
"...Penny?"
He spent the second day a lot like the first, only going out when he was pretty much fucking forced. He just wanted to lie there and sleep until this was all over - whenever the fuck that was. He still hadn't asked, since he had a feeling any guard would look at him like he was a fucking nutcase for not knowing. He always thought his head would just know this kind of shit if he ever returned, but he was basically a blank on what all took place.
It was near supper that a guard suddenly came and opened up his cell. He sat up, looking a little confused - he didn't fucking think there was anything scheduled for this time, but maybe the damn thing changed every day. He'd never get used to this shit.
"Up," the guard said, which he complied with. He was surprised when the guy suddenly moved to handcuff him, and he looked at the guy over his shoulder, a little fucking alarmed. He hadn't even done anything. "You have a visitor. Cause trouble and you can forget about the hour you're allowed."
His stomach dropped a little as he let the guy lead him. Who the fuck could it be? He didn't know if he could deal with seeing his brother or, even worse, Jules right now. The fresh pain of guilt about why he was in there in the fucking first place was bad, and he doubted he could deal with seeing her right then. He was lead into a small room, which uncomfortably reminded him of the fucking room in the movie. Shit, it could be the same one for all he knew. The handcuffs were only off when they were inside, and he sat down in one of the chairs, his stomach in knots.
Who came into the room made his breath catch in his throat. For a second, he wondered if he was fucking seeing things, because it was pretty much impossible this was happening. He stood up slowly, just fucking staring at Penny - his Penny, the one he'd fucking fell asleep against two nights ago. He vaguely heard the guard leave to stand outside the door.
He tried to speak, say her name, but shit, he was almost fucking afraid to, like maybe she'd disappear if he did. Finally, though, he did find his voice. He had to be fucking sure.
"...Penny?"