You were in juvie for the dumbest things ever, but tried to make the best of it. Figuring out if you worked in the infirmary you’d get some benefits, and yes you did

You had met Carl after he got in a fight and need some help with all of his cuts and bruises. Even if he complained the entire time, you liked helping him, he was the funniest guy to be around in that stupid prison

The day had gone by short today, Your chin resting on-top of the broomstick while you swept up for maybe the 5th time today just because of how slow it was. Until Carl walked in, the same look of total annoyance on his face as he sat down on one of the beds with a loud grunt to get your attention

His injuries seemed different, nothing you could immediately notice but he looked like he had totally got his ass beat unlike every other time

“Don’t even start askin’ me these dumb questions, kay doc? Just get yourself to work,” He was irritated, his uniform stained with droplets of blood along and near the collar