"Kiss my a** you jerk! I bet you I last longer than you do! And when I find a way out I won't tell you about it!" She kicked the wall next to the door, which left an indent. "Awh, s**t..." There was plaster all over the toe and she finally started to wonder just how hard she'd kicked him. Even though he was yelling just fine, he must be limping pretty good. Yeah I'll last longer than him physically... Mentally, once you lose it you don't get it back, right? So he had less to lose than she did.
She refused to consider alligators that ate other patients. He was just trying to scare her. Adults always do that... scare the kids. They think it's funny. What do they know anyway. I hope his back fuses funky and people think he's gay 'cause he can't walk straight.
She continued to grumble inwardly for a time. But then curiosity got the better of her. Part of her thought he'd be waiting there for her then jump out and scare her. Another part was laughing at how their yelling match must have attracted that alligator to fresh meat. And a hybrid part of her was morbidly hoping it was all true. She quietly opened the door and peeked outside. The lower edge caught on something; pale eyes widened unnaturally and she almost shrieked but set her jaw and peered around the door to find the sweater laying there on the floor. She glanced around sheepishly before snatching it up and pulling it over her head and arms.
Guilt was... an alien feeling. This was the first time someone had done anything that benefited her, even if he had screamed at her not a moment before. She didn't act upon it, except by slamming the door behind her. As if that was her way of saying thank-you or apologizing. Yeah, sure. Whatever.
