Leaving || Everleigh & Gabriel
The large statured patient sat on the edge of his bed... or what was his bed. They told him he wouldn’t be staying there anymore, that someone was coming to get him. His twisted up mind configured what that was supposed to mean. It was them. They were coming to get him, and they would finally finish him off because he knew too much of them. God he was hoping he was wrong, because the last thing he wanted was to see any of them again, to go through such pain. Even the leader... He was sure that the time with him down in that room bordered on being the most painful. Yes. He hoped he was wrong, but nothing else made sense. Why else would the asylum just let him out? Those people... They had the money to buy him out.
Dark eyes were hard and fixated on the floor by his shoes, hands white-knuckle gripping the edge of the mattress at both sides of his thighs. He was trying to keep his anxiety under control, to stay concentrated so it didn’t flare up. Several times, the thought of trying to get out or at least leaving his room to go elsewhere so he couldn’t be found had crossed his mind, but they always found him. The torturing was always worse when he tried to keep it from happening. And then he had to remind himself that he didn’t even know who was coming for him and he could be so wrong about his suspicions, but it wasn’t so convincing yet. Whoever was coming, Gabriel was just wishing they’d get there already.