The haze over Charlie’s mind faded, and she gained enough lucidity to be able to see through a one-way glass window next to where she was lying. She could see someone- who was it? Danni? No, not her… it was… Dwayne?- wake up and begin to try to look around. Charlie tried to move, wave, speak, but she found herself unable to do anything but stare.
//who
(Idk, I thought this could be a chance for one of u guys to jump in)
//lol okey i just did
The fuzzy figure did not move, maybe the person is asleep? Trying to push himself up against the wall, everything hurt inside of him. Glancing down he saw that the place where the knife had stabbed him was all bandaged up. Sighing because he failed his mission to get close to the wall, he stared aimlessly at the hazy glass wall.
William groaned as he tried to move around. His wrists and legs felt like they were cuffed to the table, and it didn't feel like he was wearing anything besides his underwear. He finally opened his eyes, the image of men and women in lab coats swarming around the table he was on greeting him. They didn't seem to care that he was awake, they just continued to study him as he squirmed. They were saying things, talking to each other, though everything was so loud that William couldn't understand any of it. They finally seemed to agree on something and removed the cuffs, knowing that William was too weak at the moment to do anything about it. And he was.
Looking at his remanding arm, Dwayne noticed a band around his wrist, like he was giving a shot. Glancing around he found nothing in the room was different, the wall was the same, the color was the same, the air still smelt of dirt and frost. Lifting his only hand he could see a few letters on his wrist, like code or number of some sort, his vision was too foggy so nothing was making sense.
(Should the guards or whoever put William and Dwayne in the same room?)
(Idk, maybe? But I don't know why they would do that)
(Plot convinence)
(Uhh, ok? Well its your (or @TurtleOfFreedom) turn so choose whatever you want to do next!)
One of the guards picked William up off the table, and he groaned weakly in response. "Where-" he sputtered. "Dwayne… Charlie…" The guard didn't respond to him. The guard brought him to another bright room, this one with someone familiar on a table opposite to the one he was being dropped on. William's head fell back as soon as he was put down. "Hey… it's you.. Dwayne… you're like Shiro, but pre-metal arm, now.." he muttered deliriously. He was pain drunk and possibly drugged, and it still felt like he couldn't move his limbs.
//so what do i do
(Bring Charlie to the lab. Maybe the people behind the glass are doctors trying to watch them?)
//ok ,
"What are you talking about.." Dwayne muttered, not turning to face him. He felt so bruised and beat up he hated himself for responding.
"You know… Takashi Shirogane, from that Netflix show.." William said, turning to Dwayne slowly. "His arm was ripped off during gladiator fights and/or experiments. Or you could be Bucky, he's cool too, just not as cool as Shiro."
"Why are you talking about shows when I still feel blood leaking through my body!?" He blurted, glaring at William even though he could not clearly see him.
Charlie’s vision blurred again as she felt herself get lifted up. Through doorways, metal detectors, a security checkpoint….. so much beeping and noise….. She found herself in a sterile white room (the one where Dwayne and Will are) that smelled like cleaner with an underlying current of blood.
Shaking as he let out a breath he glanced back up at the ceiling. "We have to get out…" Dwayne murmured, pushing himself up against the wall.
William let his head fall back against the table. He winced at the noise. "Is that Charlie?" He asked, ignoring Dwayne's statement as he tried to keep his eyes open. "Can you tell her to go?"
Charlie mumbled incoherently.
Dwayne mutter unknown things under his breath, and it would probably be best if they were kept that way. “Charlie?” He called, using up half his strength just to say thoughts words. “Why are you here?”
“I’m…. where?” Charlie mumbled.
"Where we are dummy!" He spat, clenching his fist as a new wave of pain struck through his arm.
"Shh, Dwayne," William responded, reaching up to cover his ears. "It's too loud in here."
"I Don't Care." He muttered through his teeth, hitting the floor with his hand a few time before settling down again.