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[453gof_flesh]

Who: Mr Clapet and Sgt. Donowitz.
Where: The Infirmary. He can't go anywhere.
When: Right now. He's just woken up.
What: Righteous fury, mainly. With a dose of messed up Clapet.
Warnings: Talk of forced self mutilation.

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[actuallyagolem]

Donny had been waiting for Clapet to wake up for the last hour or so. His forehead was crudely stitched up and because of it he had spent most of his time waiting by turning away when somebody walked past, thinking that they might yell at him for not coming to the infirmary sooner. He also just wasn't in the mood for chitchat - any sort of chitchat, and the last thing he wanted to do was fly off the handle in the middle of a hospital.

Eventually he had gotten tired of waiting and went to get himself a cup of coffee, careful to avoid just about everyone as he wandered the halls. He had gotten lucky though, and found Clapet awake and looking like an angry mess when he slipped back into the infirmary.

"Hey."

He stirred his coffee and pulled the curtains shut around them.

[453gof_flesh]

Donny was here, and Clapet didn't quite know what to say to him now he was. He stared at his warden blankly, trying to kill that anger, as he didn't want to flip out at Donny. Other people, most definitely.

It wasn't particularly working, and despite his efforts, he asked Donny, quietly and harshly, "Did you kill her?"

Because if Donny didn't, he would. Not that he knew how he'd do it right now, but that was a different problem.

[actuallyagolem]

He was just too exhausted to join Clapet in his fury. Donny guessed that he just couldn't handle the rage like he used to, and being away from a warzone for so long had made him a little more soft. He sipped his coffee carefully and shook his head. "No, just beat her up."

He found his seat again and propped himself up in it.

[453gof_flesh]

"Ugh." Clapet would accept that Donny probably did what he could, because he wanted to save all his anger for the people responsible, and not Donny.

"Did you find out why that fucking bitch thought it had anything to do with her?" He was tired, and angry, but these were the questions which were pressing on his mind the most heavily. These were the questions that made him want to find something and stab people.

Which was most definitely going to be the method of self defence he returned to; scaring people off. Trying to play for sympathy, trying to explain was worthless. People didn't listen, just exacted these kind of twisted experiments.

[actuallyagolem]

Donny could feel a headache coming on. He downed a bit more of the coffee, stupidly burning his tongue on it, and rubbed his temple to get the throbbing to die down. "To tell you the truth, Clapet, buddy, I didn't really waste much time asking questions. I sort of beat her to hell once I found her. I think she's just a crazy bitch, to tell you the truth. You know how she watches everyone, not evah saying much."

Though he had been staring at his inmate's mutilated leg for the past couple of hours, he took another glance down at it. "What the fuck did she do to you anyway?"

[453gof_flesh]

"Crazy fucking bitch or not, it had nothing to fucking do with her." Blonsky, he could take. Actually, he was a little disappointed Blonsky had decided to enlist that kind of help. He at least expected to be stabbed like a man. At least West had done it right, by Clapet's standards.

Clapet couldn't help follow Donny's gaze when he did that, and it nearly made him throw up. The butcher had a strong stomach, he had to, but the very thought of what he'd done made him nauseous.

"She didn't do that. I did." He didn't know what else to say. He didn't know what he wanted to say. "I had to do that, or I'd die. No way out. No way out and two minutes. Two... two minutes. I... two minutes, Donny. Or I'd die. A kilo. A kilo, two minutes, or death."

He gritted his teeth and tried to hold back the desire just to go back to sleep and not have to talk about this.

[actuallyagolem]

"Hey, hey..." Donny set down his cup and awkwardly flailed about with his hands for a second or two, deciding to just give his inmate a weird pat on the shoulder. "She's sick, alright. Don't think about it right now if it's too much." The last thing Donny wanted to do was push his inmate into reliving that shit too soon.

At least he had given his warden enough information to figure out a little of what had happened. She built one of her machines and Clapet had to cut off a piece of his own leg in order to survive.

"Fuck," he murmured, sitting back against the chair. "How the fuck did she build something like that."

[453gof_flesh]

"Two minutes." He was just mumbling to himself, mainly, and swallowed hard before shaking his head, thinking Donny was asking him, "I don't know, Donny, I don't know! Isn't that you guys' job? To stop her building shit like that? Isn't it?"

He was aiming for anger, but it just came out a little like his voice was breaking over the words, and was less furious and more desperate. "Not yours. Not yours."

He mumbled, distractedly, to nobody in particular, "Blonsky's a fucking coward." Bitching about them was a good enough distraction from the utter pain in his leg.

[actuallyagolem]

Donny winced a little, because his inmate was right in a sense. It had been their job to stop her from doing it at all, but Amanda'd just succeeded in playing one of her sick games for a second time. There had to have been a lot of little failures in order for something like that to have happened, and it kind of made Donny want to pick up his communicator and scream at his fellow wardens.

"Blonsky is a coward," he agreed, only because he didn't know what else to say to the guy.

[453gof_flesh]

Clapet shook his head and tried to shift. Bad idea. Very bad idea. He winced a little and gave his warden an annoyed glance, "At least West had the balls to come and stab me like a man. Even if I died, at least he did it properly."

Not that he liked West one bit, but it was better than Blonsky. And definitely better than Amanda.

[actuallyagolem]

Not to mention West stabbing him actually taught Clapet something, but like hell Donny was going to say this to his face. "Yeah, at least...." he muttered, picking his coffee back up and taking an awkward sip.

He didn't know what to say to Clapet. He didn't have a single clue. Part of him knew that if he started talking, then they'd both just get angrier and angrier.

"How did they get you into Blonsky's room? That's where this game was, right?"

[453gof_flesh]

Clapet swallowed angrily, as this was the whole reason he was going to start attacking people who looked remotely threatening. "He hit me on the back of my head with something. I fought back, but the first blow already had me... concussed, I suppose. I couldn't keep it up. I came around there."

[actuallyagolem]

Donny grimaced on Clapet's behalf. They must have taken him by surprise, as there was no way Clapet'd ever willingly go with either of them, and they must have dazed him good first too. He nodded his head and had more coffee, focusing on the cup instead of his inmate's butchered leg.

[453gof_flesh]

"I should have fought back harder, I should have expected it. I should have... God dammit, I can't even win a fight against a pathetic little crazy girl."

Admittedly, it was mostly Blonsky and the surprise that had got him, "I told you this place made me soft."

[actuallyagolem]

"Yeah, well, getting knocked in the head will take anyone down. Your head doesn't get harder the more you hit it, yaknow." Headache. The headache was coming back.

Donny rubbed his forehead with a sigh. "No, Clapet, this place hasn't made you fucking soft." Even if he was pretty the Barge had made HIM weak, he wasn't about to let Clapet think it. "I dunno how you're supposed to avoid being lured into some fucking trap by a crazy bitch and her limey friend."

[453gof_flesh]

"I shouldn't have let myself look weak, Donny." He shook his head, annoyed with himself, "I... I thought if I explained things, if I tried to get people to understand, tried to be kind of decent and nice, they'd leave me alone, stop trying to kill me."

He grimaced, "I was wrong. I should have just stuck to scaring them off."