Here is my second White Collar story! This time I'm trying to write a real story with chapters and everything so... it's gonna take time!
I'm still not english so I had a beta reader (actually, 2), Gandalf3213, thank you!
Well I'm not sure I wanna say anything else, except maybe, I would love any positive or negative reviews!
Enjoy!
It had been 1 week, 5 days and 11 hours when the door finally opened.
It had been 1 week, 5 days and 11 hours and he wondered if this was another fantasy, another dream he was having. Peter was at the door, a hand on his mouth. His eyes bigger than ever.
It had been 1 week, 5 days and 11 hours since they had locked him in there, since the first time they had beaten him up.
Now that he could see the worried look on Peter's face, Neal was wondering what he looked like.
"What the fuck?" The agent seemed angry now. He gave the guard next to him a puzzled look.
"What in hell could he have done to you that you beat the crap out of him like this? There is no excuse to do that!"
The guard at the door didn't even bother answering. It was a con they were talking about after all!
Peter crouched next to the younger man. He slightly brushed Neal's cheekbones before sighing loudly. "Where is the infirmary?"
The older man put a gentle hand under Neal's arm and slowly lifted him. There was no word between them. Just a slight nod from Neal. Peter frowned. The young man didn't even try to skip the infirmary thing. That was really bad.
They quietly followed the guard down the hallway. Peter felt Neal's tensed body slowly lose his battle against exhaustion and lean against him. They arrived to the infirmary just in time for the kid to collapse on the bed.
Peter took a look around, feeling his anger growing inside: "Isn't there any fucking doctor in here?"
The guard just shrugged and finally spoke for the first time: "He must be around. He should be back soon... I guess you don't need me anymore?"
The guy seemed bored. Peter just wanted to punch him in the face for what he did. Hell, even for what he was doing right now. Not caring. But he just waved him away and turned back to Neal.
"Hey buddy..."
The conman cracked his eyes open. Well at least the one that wasn't blueish...
Peter leaned forward and started to unbutton his orange suit.
"Don't... Please don't..." Neal grabbed his hand with all the strength he could find.
"I just want to see how bad you're hurt Neal..."
Neal shook his head slightly, his eyes already closed again, and Peter didn't know what to do anymore. He could see a dark mark on the conman's side. He knew blood had clotted under his clothes, he needed to see the injury but... Neal seemed so weak, so helpless. He felt like the kid could just break any time...
"Neal..."
The younger man opened his eye again, a little wider this time, retreating slightly: "Peter?"
"Yeah... It's me Neal." Peter didn't know how to react. Neal acted like he had just recognized him.
"What are you doing here?"
"I tried to visit you for days but no one would let me. I'm sorry I didn't insist more. I just got my badge back today... I thought... I thought you were doing okay... They said they had put you in isolation to protect you... They said you had sent too many people in here... They couldn't put you in general population... I'm sorry Neal, I had no idea... It's the guards isn't it? They did this to you?"
"Yeah, well... They don't seem to like it when people escape from their pretty supermax..."
The agent couldn't help but smile. For once he was glad to hear Neal sarcastic comment, but his smile faded almost immediately: "Where are you hurt Neal?"
He had to ask. Okay, if she was here, El would probably give him an angry look and spend the rest of the day trying to explain why he should have kept going with a casual conversation before asking such trivial things but hey, she wasn't here. She wasn't in front of Neal, their friend, right now. She wasn't trying to avoid looking at his injuries to remain calm, instead of getting up and put a bullet in every guard's neck.
The con shrugged wearily: "I'm okay..."
"Neal..."
"Really Peter, I'm okay. I just want to get out of here... Could we please just go?"
Oh God! It was the first thought that crossed Peter's mind.
Oh God! He was so stupid ! He hadn't thought, not even for one second that Neal would figure their deal was back again so soon...
He didn't know how to tell him. He didn't know how to tell his friend that he was just here to visit him and that it would take another couple of weeks before he could get him out of this living hell.
"Neal... I'm sorry, I hadn't realized... There hasn't been a deal yet Neal... I can't get you out. They're still investigating..."
Neal's face was turning to stone for a second but it was back to normal soon and Peter couldn't even be sure of what he had seen.
"Okay..."
"I'll do everything I can to make it fast Neal, I promise! In the meantime I can... I don't know... Would you prefer to go back into general population?"
Neal seemed to give it a thought: "Yeah, I guess it can't be worse..."
"I'll talk to the warden."
"Thanks... I guess I'll see you in a few weeks then..."
The agent frowned: "I'm not leaving Neal ! I'll wait for the doctor at least..."
"No, you can go, there won't be any doctor soon... I heard them talk about him this morning, he got sick and was sent back home..."
"What? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought we were leaving... But don't worry, I don't really need a doctor, I'm okay."
"Sure!"
He pushed slightly on Neal's shoulder, raising his eyebrows. Neal immediately backed up, obviously hurt.
"What about now?"
"Peter, listen... I can't see the doctor. Don't make me, please."
"Why?"
The conman rolled his eyes: "It's prison Peter! If I see a doctor, I will have to tell him who did this and file a complaint!"
"So?"
Neal's eyes widened: "Are you playing stupid? If I do so I'm screwed, Peter! Please just talk to the warden, I just want to go to my cell, I'll be okay..."
"What if you have any internal bleeding?"
"God..." The younger man sighed. "I think I would know by now... Please just go see the warden Peter, don't make me beg you."
The agent took a deep breath, not wanting to give up but well... What choice did he have?
"Okay..."
He got up and went to the door, turning around at the last minute.
"-Neal?
- Yeah?
- I'm sorry. I really am."
There was an awkward moment, none of them wanting to catch the other one's eyes.
"I know Peter... I know..."
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