υnlιĸely ғaceѕ || тнe dιpѕнιт dυo [ raq & dιcĸ ]
He thinks it's funny,
however twisted that may be.
The pain in his hand is immense, but he's surely had worse and, as his eyes inspect the small area he's allowed to call his own for these few minutes, all he can think about is the fact that the curtains that keep him from the rest of the medical ward couldn't possibly do anything against... well, against anyone.
Richard can't be sure how long it's been, but he can hear the sounds of his doctor speaking to someone only a few paces away; voices hushed as if to not be overhead. But Dick doesn't care, he just wants to go back to his own bed. Everything there just feels wrong, as if he'll be stuck there forever if he doesn't get out soon. And in a way, he thinks that might be entirely possible; people disappeared and never came back all the time, after all.
It's been almost a decade since he was dropped off in this hell hole,
a part of him is convinced that he's n e v e r going to get OUT.
A sound brings him out of his thoughts; soft enough to go unnoticed but not so that he doesn't pay any attention to it. It doesn't take him long to figure out what it is, as the shadow of a person creeps up behind the disgustingly clean curtain that divides him from the rest of the world just as the fence outside does the same. His eyes adjust to the shape, giving the form a gender before his hand reaches out---- don't touch it -- and pulls it back less than a centimeter.
The face that belongs to the figure isn't one he's ever seen before.
"Surprised they don't separate the BROKEN by gender too."
that wasn't supposed to come out.