Whumptober #19: Stabbing
This was what came of trying to assert dominance in Yancy’s prison. Rival gangs didn’t hold a candle to him and his own. Try to dance with Yanc’, you don’t get a second chance.
Now if only he had a second chance to see that shiv coming. Sloppy mistake.
Though sore with ebbing adrenaline, he held firm, subtly bunching the fabric of his uniform against his side. Blinking hard to clear his vision, he breathed as evenly as he could, smiled and commended each of the others in turn. No weakness in front of the boys. No need to let on. In their eyes he was untouchable.
It was only after they were escorted safely away that he wavered. Slumping against the bars for support, he shot a watery grin at the nearest guard. “H-Hey, uh, pal…Don’t suppose you’se got some kind of permission slip for me t’see the nurse…?”