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As I drift off to sleep, I can feel his warmth next to me, a soothing presence in the darkness. I feel like I’m safe with him by my side, just like I had last night with Nightshade in my room watching over me.
HOW MUCH MORE LEEWAY DO WE HAVE TO GIVE HIM?
‘A LITTLE BIT OFF’ – FIVE FINGER DEATH PUNCH
HONEYMONSTER
Imay be laidback, but Snow’s crossed a fucking line. Rage consumes me and it takes every ounce of control I possess to remain seated by Kayla’s sleeping side, rather than go hunt Snow down to make him pay for that stunt he pulled in the dining room.
What the fuck was he thinking?
I have no idea what he gave her, but her reaction was strong.
I just hope she’s going to be okay.
I take a deep breath and try to calm my nerves before reaching for Kayla’s hand. Her skin is soft and warm, and I find myself lost in the simple act of touching her.
As I sit there, holding Sugar Puff’s hand, my anger slowly dissipates. I can’t stay mad when I’m with her. I’m surprised, but she just seems to have that effect on me, calming me down and bringing peace to my mind.
But then I remember what Snow did to her, and the rage returns. I can’t let him get away with this.
I gently stroke Kayla’s hair, watching as she sleeps peacefully. She looks so innocent and vulnerable, and I can’t bear to think of anyone hurting her. I know I have to do something to protect her. Living in the asylum and being a puppet to Seytan and the board’s whims is bad enough. It’s hard enough to stay alive without us turning on one another.
I think Snow needs a reminder that we’re on the same side here. We’re meant to be a team at least, though oftentimes it feels like we’re a fucked up family. Nevertheless, I can’t have Snow gunning for Kayla like that. Especially when it’s unfounded.
I release Kayla’s hand and stand up, my resolve hardening. I know what I need to do. I have to confront Snow and make him pay for what he did to Kayla. I have to protect her at all costs; she’s new and doesn’t deserve his ire.
Stretching out my stiff limbs, I glance at the clock on the wall and see that Kayla’s been out for hours now. Jeez, where did the time go? The doc said sleep is the best thing for her, but is it normal to sleep for this long? Maybe I should fetch the doc to check on her.
Now I feel torn between staying with her and going to find Snow. Fuck. What should I do?
I take one last look at Kayla, making sure she’s comfortable before making up my mind. As much as I want to stay by her side, I know I need to deal with Snow first. I can’t let him get away with what he did to her.
Decision made, I quickly scan the room for anything I can use as a weapon, just in case things get physical. My eyes settle on a small metal lamp on the bedside table. It’s not much, but it’ll do.
Taking a deep breath to calm my pounding heart, I swallow down my adrenaline and anticipation and make my way out of Doctor Callaway’s room and into the hallway.
Fighting is prohibited here, but from time to time we come to blows. It’s unavoidable. The punishment for doing so is rarely worth the release of pounding someone to a pulp, but just this once I’m willing to make an exception in Kayla’s honour. I’ll readily take a punishment Seytan deems necessary if it means Snow regretting his actions.
I try to move as quietly as possible, not wanting to draw attention to myself.
As I round the corner, I see Snow standing at the other end of the hall, talking to one of the orderlies. He hasn’t noticed me yet, which is good. I use this to my advantage, quickly closing the distance between us as the member of staff walks away.
When I’m close enough, I grab Snow’s shoulder and spin him around. He looks surprised to see me, but his surprise quickly turns to arrogance as he smirks and crosses his arms over his chest. I slam him into the wall in an attempt to knock the smarmy smile off his face, but it just makes him grin even wider. I fucking hate this guy. He’s never been a team player, but Bones and Nightshade keep saying to give him time. He’s not been here that long, but he’s the reason Drainpipe died, so how much more leeway do we have to give him?
The thought of Kayla dying because of his arrogance makes me see red.
“What’s your problem?” he sneers.
“My problem is what you did to Kayla,” I growl, getting right up in his face, my voice echoing off the empty hallway even though I didn’t shout.
He seems completely unfazed by my attack and says nothing.
“What did you give her that made her react like that?” I growl, grabbing his throat with my free hand.
Snow’s smirk fades and is replaced by a look of uncertainty. “I didn’t give her anything,” he says slowly. “I swear. I was just trying to save face in the dining room by taking credit. I swear it wasn’t me.”
I don’t believe him for a second, but I’m not going to waste time arguing. I raise the lamp above my head, ready to strike. Snow’s eyes widen in fear – cowardly little shit – and he attempts to take a step to the side to escape me. He doesn’t get far because I flex my fingers around his throat.
