Lie To Me~Ticci Toby X Reader

Chapter 15 Evidence

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Warm water is the only solace available inside this nightmare.

The showers are empty; humidity rises to fog the tiny windows on the top of the walls, the smell of metal and chlorine invading and very unpleasant as it magnifies under the high temperature of the water, traveling down the drain in a constant river. Sun's out yet almost non-existent under the coldness of the first day of snow, but you can no longer feel it. Instead, you are curled up in a ball on the floor, hugging your knees to your chest and rocking yourself back and forth; noticing not the drops of red polluting the water, a crimson river that simply cannot seem to stop.

'Stop stop stop stop stop stop.' You mutter over and over, hands wrapping over your ears 'Please make it stop!'

Nobody is there to acknowledge your pleas for salvation. Instead you are welcomed only by the soothing sound of the water penetrating the painful static filling your mind eliciting an enormous amount of nausea that you couldn't shake even if you tried. Time seemed to liquify and there was no telling how long you were in here, but even if you knew you had to get up, move and maybe ask for some painkillers from the others, you simply could not pull your tired limbs to do so. Leaving you alone to rock on the huge showers' floor, muttering to yourself and surrendering to the emotions going awry within you.

Disgust for the blood that had coated you.

Horror for the unblinking eyes staring up at you, covered with the veil of death.

Pain for the road and people and names you forgotten.

Anger for Toby and everything he and the others are and represent.

Confusion for the conflicting emotions of lust, fear and insanity he arises within you.

'You're alright girlie, I got you.' A voice you barely register says and someone has turned the water off 'C'mon, up you go.'

Soft yet sturdy hands grab a hold of your arms, but the moment they try to move you, your stomach lurches and leaning to the side you empty it on the drenched, blooded floor. A warm palm rests on your forehead and you are silently thankful for it, throwing the weight of your head on it as you continue to empty your stomach; it takes a moment to recover. It takes another one, stifled in breathlessness, before you allow the stranger to turn your head and you come face to face with Sandra, her face a mask of worry and sadness for your sorry state.

'You've got a nosebleed _____.' She sighs and wipes the blood off with her hand 'It's the Sickness. How 'bout we do somethin' about it?'

All you really understand through the static are her hands latching under your own and pulling you up, passing an arm around her shoulders to keep you standing. Next thing you know, you are sitting in a small chair in the back of the kitchens, a bowl of an unidentified soup before you and a spoon on your right hand; you are dried up, clothed and your hair are still clinging to your head with their wetness. Sandra is saying something across from you and you desperately try to focus, blinking slowly and licking your dry lips to attempt a response at her.

'-bandaged your nose. You'll be fine, just eat and I'll give you some meds.' She tilts her head to the side 'Are you there _____?'

Closing your eyes for a split second, you revel at the way the natural ambience and voices of the kitchens flood back to you, at the same time the static subsides and you can once again think for yourself. When you open your (e/c) orbs again, Sandra has taken your spoon-holding hand and has dipped it into the soup.