The fluorescent lights cast a harsh shadow over Billy’s small, battered form. The metal cuffs that tethered him to his bed were biting into his wrist, bruising his skin from how tightly they’d been locked in. His shattered ribs stopped him from resting peacefully, each shallow breath rattling new aches and pains around his body and he could do nothing but lay there and feel it. He squinted through the tears brought forth from the gnarled skin on his face, vision blurry but with a few blinks he figured out who exactly was in the doorway. “Well, well…if it isn’t Deputy Dewey.” He snarled despite pain being evident in every word. “Come to babysit the big bad wolf, huh?” He let out a harsh, barking laugh but it quickly turned to a wince as the movement pulled at his cuts, a fresh tear slipping down his cheek. “Stupid, bumbling Dewey. Always one step behind. And now what? You’re my jailer?” His red, stinging eyes burnt with defiance, but there was an underlying fear that was evident if you took a moment to look. “Get out of here.” He growled. “I don’t need you staring at me like I’m some…some little monster.” His words were sharp, but, his voice wavered, a faint tremor betraying the fear beneath his bravado.
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