I Didn't Do It

Franks POV

I woke up this morning and started to vomit. I couldn’t stop it seemed. I don’t know how I actually fell asleep last night, or when, its hard to believe that you possibly could get to sleep in a prison, I must have been extremely tired. Anyway I kept vomiting up the food I ate from the previous night. after being sick I lay down, I had a awful headache causing me to feel dizzy so lying down helped a lot. Except about 20 minutes later it kept getting worse, vomiting still, all this spit start dribbling out of my mouth and it was so hard to stop it, i tried drinking water but it wouldn’t go down, I called out for some help. I was given some medicine and a panadol to help my headache, I was told that if I got worse they would send me a doctor. But I felt like blugh, and I wanted it to end. I thought about it and I thought this was probably happening because of this whole shock within a couple of days a lot has happened, and I hated the world so much every time I thought about how I was being blamed for supposedly murdering my best friend. I felt like bursting out and breaking down everything, and I guess that’s how my stomach felt too. I did need a doctor, badly too, it did get worse, it was hard to catch my breath at one point. So the guards did end up sending in a doctor for me.
“A doctor is here to see you now” one of the guards told me. The prison doors opened and in came a beautiful man, I had never felt this way before towards anyone, his pale skin and pointy thin nose, lush black hair and crooked teeth.
“Hi I’m Doctor.Way” he said to me, he is the only person here I could look in the eye and I wouldn’t feel angry or ashamed, the further I looked in his eyes the further..i fell in love.
“Hi I’m Frank” I said softly to him, but he giggled? I didn’t know what that meant.
“Sorry” he apologized, I still don’t know what for, I guess he noticed the look of confusion on my face. “Just usually someone in prison would be a lot ruder, I don’t mean to stereotype anyone” he told me.
“Im not a criminal though” I said firmly and strongly. He now had the look of confusion. “I found my best friend dead on her bathroom floor, then was accused of murdering her and now im locked up here for it”
“Oh,,, well anyway the guards told me you keep vomiting and have a horrible headache”
“Yes, it was a lot worse a bit earlier”
“Do you have any idea what may have caused you to be ill?”
“…umm I did have some pretty gross food last night for dinner, though I didn’t eat much” I said. After discussing more and me wanting him to stay forever and talk but no..
Though he did decide that I had food poisoning, but easily treatable
“Well I will give the guards your medicine…would you like a lollipop?” he smiled.
“Yes please” I said quietly, I did want one, but I was embarrassed too.
“Haha okay” he handed me one and left, once again I felt alone.

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