In the Dark, You will find... (Tag: Open)

[Cobra Jackson Putnum]

Cobra Putnum was bored.

And when CJ was bored, all hell would find itself loose. Well, not really – it was mostly just however much trouble he could get into while the doctors and other staff wasn’t watching him. And while he was a low class patient, he did tend to lean heavily on medium, even if he didn’t harm others, or harm himself, either. He was just one to cause trouble in minor threats – temper tantrums, poking people until they got irritated, stuff like that. What he was doing now was really out of character for him, but he didn’t care. He was curious, and with a curious mind, he could honestly do anything he put himself up to.

Even sneaking into the hospital wing after hours was almost uncharacteristic of him.

But he had to. He craved the thoughts to stop, to make his mind settle in ease as he figured out stuff that his mind could handle. He wanted to know why medications were like the way they were – and obviously the library didn’t have anything, so maybe the hospital wing would. So he waited his time – he had a small little hand held flashlight that he hid well in his all black attire and like a good little boy climbed into bed for the nurses. He pretended to be asleep for a while before he woke up around two in the morning and slipped out of bed, stepping quietly to the door, listening. The security guards walked by his door on their nightly rounds and he beamed, easing the door open gently and slipping out into the shadows of the night, heading towards the Hospital Wing.

It was a long walk, especially having to stop and hold completely still in the shadows as guards walked by him. “Dunces,” he rolled his eyes as he watched them walk past him, idle, lost in thought and mindless. Holt wouldn’t like that – but no one needed to know. He almost let an audible giggle out but he stopped himself, silently continuing towards the Hospital Wing. This was the challenging part. There were a few people who were under watch there, and he slipped around quietly, crawling on his hands and knees around the nurses desk and slipped into the enclosed area of glass.

This is where he had to be even sneakier – like a ninja. He slipped the flashlight out of his pocket and turned it on, covering it with his other hand so that the light was mostly muted by his hand. It turned it red and for a moment he was lost in staring at the blood and muscles that were faintly illuminated by the light, before he turned and spread his fingers a little, letting a few streams of light through to see where he was going. Low and behold, there was a stack of books and files and stuff right in front of him. A wide grin passed over his face – and it was bright. Hell, if it was any brighter it could’ve been the moon or sun or whatever. Good thing it wasn’t. He mindlessly grabbed the top piece – a manila folder with the words “CLASSIFIED INFORMATION” stamped in front, bolded, red. He hesitated – was this really something he wanted to see? It wasn’t a book – it was a file of one of the patients at Lucid Manor… that was strange. He tried to read the name, squinting to get a better look, forgetting about covering the flashlight…

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