forum Oh, It's You Again // O/O // Closed

Started June 13, 2019 by @bubblegum

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Bridge ran a gentle hand through his hair, straightening it and tilting his head. “Are…are you okay?”

Scipio nodded, rubbing at his neck a bit. There were red marks with noticeable fingers from where he'd been choked.

“You don’t…you don’t look okay,” Bridge said in worry, running the hand down to the side of his face again.

Scipio leaned into Bridge's hand weakly. "I'm okay…" His voice was noticeable hoarse, although his accent was still there.

“Okay.” Bridge sat cross-legged, running a gentle thumb along the side of his face.

Scipio drew his knees up to his chest and closed his eyes, sighing softly. Even though he'd done some bad things, it was painfully obvious that he was badly mistreated here.

"I'm…I'm sorry," Bridge mumbled, wrapping another arm around his shoulders. "I…I should've gone sooner. They…they wouldn't have hurt you then."

Scipio shook his head. "It's not your fault… they hurt me because I try to stop them, and I ran out. They thought I was trying to escape." He hid his face, his neck throbbing.

"Oh. Then…" Bridge looked down. "Then I should've stayed. Then…then you couldn't have gone after me."

He shook his head again. "They'd just drag you away…"

Bridge pressed his lips together, eventually looking back up to him. "I'm…I'm sorry."

"Again, it's not your fault…" The mark from being tased was still visible on his neck as well. "Either way, I'm fine, so it doesn't matter…"

"You…you don't look fine." He mumbled quietly.

"Mm…" Scipio didn't really answer. Honestly, no, of course he wasn't fine, but why would he say that?

Bridge fell silent again, his own shoulders still very much hurting, although he tried not to pay attention to them.

"Did they hurt you?"

Bridge looked up at him, debating what to say. If he said yes, Scipio might kill somebody. If he said no…well, Scipio would probably know he was lying.
"A little," He decided quietly, looking down again.

"I'll kill them!" Scipio stood up unsteadily and went over to the door, gripping the bars for support while he yelled something in Italian.

Bridge quickly stood and went after him, resting a hand on his arm. "It's…it's not that bad…" This, of course, was a bit of a lie.

"I don't care. They hurt you. They deserve death."

Bridge was a little surprised by this reaction - he hadn't expected Scipio to be this protective of him. "I…if you hurt them, they'll kill you."

"They can't kill me if they're dead."

Bridge pressed his lips together, knowing it was hopeless to try and calm him down.

"Also, I've killed a guard before and I'm still here." Scipio kept yelling at all the guards in Italian.

"I…you told me that." Bridge looked up at him. "It's…they really didn't hurt me that much…it's not that bad."

Scipio was shaking violently from pain and anger by now, his voice fading away painfully. Everything just hurt so much. He slid slowly down the door until he was kneeling in front of it with his head leaning against it.

Bridge sat down next to him, putting an arm around his shoulder. He wasn't sure how to comfort Scipio much, so he slid another hand into his hair gently.

"It hurts…" He whispered, grimacing and gripping the bars tighter.

"I…I know it does. I'm sorry," Bridge mumbled quietly, scooting a little closer to him.

Scipio blinked away pained tears, holding his breath. A couple guards glanced over him, wondering if they'd gone too far.