God, why did Henrik have to go and get himself arrested? Chase was doing so good. Not that I care of course, it's just a minor inconvenience. Now I have to go visit him in his little prison cell called a hospital room.

Someone has got to keep the poor man company. He's just so alone. 

I walk into the hospital, already used to the stares as I walk straight up to Chase's room.

I'd visited enough for most of the nurses to know me, and none of them wanted to talk to me.

One nurse apparently didn't know the unspoken rule. "Excuse me, Sir, you have to sign in." The other nurses seemed to be discussing how best to reel her back in. She must be new, poor thing.

I turn around slowly, "Is there a problem?"

The woman immediately jumps, falls over, and scrambles away from me. I sigh, still walking over to Chase's room.

I knock before entering. "Chase." I acknowledge his existence. Sitting down and grabbing my phone, I put my feet up on the nightstand.

I stare at him, feeling his peripheral vision on me. "I came to keep you company, don't make a big deal out of it." I turn back to my phone, taking a couple more minutes.

Noticing his gaze again, I turn back again. "Did you need something? You should already know where Henrik went, you were there. I don't have any updates either, what do you want from me?"

Nothing out of him. Of course. He can't reply, so he doesn't.

"I don't really have any stories either. I can't tell what you're thinking, so I can't help you."

I pause, waiting for a response I knew wasn't coming.

"Fine, I do have one update, but you're not going to like it. Henrik got caught up in a fight, almost died, and they say after he's done in the medical area, he's going to solitary confinement for a few days. I don't know anything else, I can tell you're staring at me."

Once again, Chase didn't even move a muscle. If I didn't know better, I'd pull my knife on him and wonder if he was ignoring me.

Unfortunatly I knew better. He can't respond because of his condition. Why should I expect him too.

This is stupid. He was talking not too long ago. All because Henrik was there.

Henrik.

That name gives me so much rage.

He is such an idiot, getting arrested the way he did. Chase needed him, he could have at least gone quieter.

I wasn't far away, going to check on the two of them. I could hear the police screams from outside. I waited, hoping for them to be done, not really feeling like dealing with them. I have a record.

Next thing I know, Henrik is being dragged out of there by his wrists roughly. I almost asked what happened, but refrained last minute, knowing I would only make things worse. For him and for me.

Chase continues to stare at me while I'm deep in thought. I can feel his gaze, even if his eyeballs aren't positioned directly at me. He's paying attention to his peripheral vision. How do I know this? Well how the fuck am I supposed to know that, I just do.

Henrik better get out of jail quick, before I go bust him out of there myself. That won't be plesant for anyone involved.

I wrote this mostly on my phone, so please forgive any mistakes. But I have an update this week, which is pretty pog!