While it was true that there were also a few like them without families watching over them as they recovered, these two—Dax & Sheepy—were still half-brothers and they got each other.
However, it was safe to say that they were getting discriminated against because of their actions that their followers followed to the dot—and from Marisha's observations, it seemed like they were getting more reclused and feeling like they didn't belong anywhere else.
Still, in between their recovery periods where they could be talked to was when Marisha would pop up and give them talks like everyone else—and surprise, surprise, they were the only two people who needed more time before Marisha managed to break into their stubborn heads.
Of course, they were still assholes even to some of the staff but it seemed like that now, they put Marisha in high regard though with me, it was a different story.
"BROOOOOO!/ WASSUP' DUDE, MAN!"
"Wut?"
'What in the actual fuck?'
"THERE'S OUR BUDDY, BUD-BUD!/ YEAH~ HE IS! OUR CHUM-CHUM BUDDY, BUDDY!"
At this moment, not even Mimi, Sandara, or Marisha was present but I'm 99.99% sure these motherfuckers were high as a kite. At the same time, it didn't take long before I noticed that Dax seemed to have a cracked rib while Sheepy had a fractured arm—confirmed by looking at their charts and the not-so-obvious restraints they had on their beds.
So I just opened up with my usual greeting after trying to get into contact with at least Mimi, telling her that I just got back.
Sheepy cackled, "Sup? That's all you can do?! I can do schlurp-schlurp, gluck-glock-glack in my fucking sleep, bro!"
Dax recoiled, "Eugh, bro... Enough about that... I love you but I gotta balance out seeing dicks with pussies. And right now, I've seen your dick more than I see anyone's snatch and the fucking nurses here aren't even welcome to negotiations..." then he turned to me, "I offered my jello, bro... MY FUCKING JELLO AND— AH, FUCK... If that fucking guard wasn't so much as a wise-ass..."
'I found the in...'
I cut in "What guard? Is that why you two are injured?"
Sheepy cackled, "Heh... It could be anyone, really... Everyone fucking hates us, you know? Even our crew we took care of— Fucking loyalists, my ass! They turned fucking coats the moment they were with their families!"
Dax nodded several times, "Who took care of them?! US! ME! YOU! WE! A-And they pull that shit..."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
"What shit?"
"I-I... I dunno, man... bro... dude... whatever the fuck... Our rooms are so close to each other, we always get visits from their families every time something bad was happening to 'em... It's not like the same shit's not happening to us!"
"We've heard all sorts of shit that it's all our fault and shit for putting them through that so I guess we should've just let everyone die, huh? I mean— we could've done that but we didn't coz we're brooooos~"
"BROOOOOS! FOR LYFE! WITH A Y!"
I chuckled, "Then you're not exactly sure they said those shit you heard, right?"
"AH—"
The two then answered at the same time, "It's to get high—/It's Tesla's cousin—"
"Dude! Shut up!/Dude! Shut up!"
"There's no proof!/Who fuckin' cares! He broke my good arm! I can't jerk off like this!"
I stared them down before I opened my mouth, "It's either he did you in the storeroom or the restrooms. Give me the full story— and no lies, there are no cameras in the restrooms but there are cameras in the hallways. It's not much but if you aren't pussies as you are now, there should at least be something that's left behind.
I have other means to uncover the truth and again, I'm your only shot, trust me for once and I'll pull you fucks through."
Sheepy turned to Dax, "What now, bro? Told you, he's legit."
Dax looked straight into my eyes, "I'm still kinda high but your death glare woke me up. What do you need from us aside from the info we're keeping to stay alive? And why go to such lengths for two assholes like us? We ruined a lot of lives, you know?"
I chuckled, "I said I'd give you another chance, here it is. Don't waste it. I can save hospital resources if I just kill you two right now—and it'd be easy as fuck—so, what now? I'm all for revenge but if what you said is really true, that shouldn't be the way to go.
Besides, your group collectively did what you did to survive, even if you two were the ringleaders, what he did to you two is worse than a sucker punch."
Dax scoffed, "What are you gonna do to him if he's found guilty, anyway?"
"Well~ Aside from a severe talking to, I'll take away some of their luxuries, have his 'deeds' well-known to everyone, and yeah— I'll arrange a time and a place for you two fucks to get back at him in a ring. Separate times, of course... You know, to be fair to the poor sod—"
"Hah!" Sheepy cackled, "I'm in, bro! The fuck? That's the best deal we've landed! What do you say, Dax?"
Dax chuckled, "And if we're lying through the skin of our teeth and just wanted to get high one last time?"
I stared right at him, "Haven't been listening? I'll let you two look at the flowers before slitting your throats. Don't even test me."
"Shit, then fuck it— it happened a couple of days ago. Same wing we're in currently, and he was wearing a plaid shirt and off-white sneakers. If he didn't clean his shoes, my blood's on them for sure."
Sheepy and I spoke at the same time, "The fuck, bro?!/I thought there was no proof?"
Dax shrugged his shoulders, "There may or may not be proof. I tend to remember things like that if it's life or death, you know?"
I chuckled, "Then what would you remember if I point my gun at you now?"
"Heh. I can remember more shit too if you give me shit that could get me high."
"I'll even give you more shit if you stopped getting high—"
"Don't kid me, I'll never stop getting high. Not the hard stuff, of course, a little blunt here and there would do me good. I miss good food, ya know? And this hospital's not serving hospital food at all. It's like being back at grandma's—"
"Alright, so the shoe. Left or right?"