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His head hurt, his body felt tired and he was already certain that he was either hungover or experiencing morning sickness. He didn’t remember quite what happened last night to the full extent, but he was able to comprehend that he must have had a few to drink and that made him feel very guilty. He groaned, rubbing his eyes that hadn't adjusted to the light just yet. Where was he? This didn't feel like the usual hard stone prison bunks, matter of fact... it felt like heaven. Was he dead by chance? No way, the world wouldn't let him off that easy.
He squinted as his sensitive eyes finally adjusted to the light, allowing him to examine where he was, and he wasn't upset about it. He was laying in a hospital bed, the room around him appeared to be a standard hospital room, except for the view of superjail out the window and the various slight oddities that made it clear that he was still here. He wanted to be upset about that, yet the maternal pull that kept him from offing himself in this crisis situation seemed to give him a sense of relief... for now.
He groaned, sinking into the covers and rolling onto his side, digging his head into the pillows. His head still hurt big time, now telling him that he was most definitely hungover...what a stupid mistake to make, drinking? His discomfort was only amplified by the fact that he felt like he was going to throw up, not sure if that was the hangover or morning sickness but he didn't feel like he had to run to a trash can just yet so he let it be. Didn't want to get up right now... this was the first time he had felt a comfortable surface in a long fucking time and he was going to at least try to enjoy it. He expected to be laying on a prison floor in the middle the newly sparked shitfest due to the failed wedding... That or being dead or raped.
He had probably gotten around an hour of extra sleep before the creak of the room's door awoke him far too suddenly to be comfortable. He hated to admit that he'd grown to be jumpy, but prison life forced you to stay on your feet constantly if you wanted to stay alive. Of course, that anxiety was even more present now considering his situation. He visibly flinched but quickly pretended that he was still asleep in hopes of being left alone. Small, clearly well-clothed footsteps evident by the click against the floor gave him a good idea of who it might be.
"Ahem... I uh.." Ah, that drone. Jared, that was his name, wasn't it? The hell did he want? He cleared his throat. "Stingray, we need to talk." Yes, it was Jared. But oh fuck, talk? What? "I know you're awake, and I want to help you, so can you, I-I don't know, listen to me?" Stingray gave up and sat up, glaring at him. "Fine. What the fuck do you want?" He snapped, staying on defense.
Jared cleared his throat, hesitating before preparing his next words carefully, actually no, fuck it. This was going to end badly regardless. “I know you’re pregnant.” He stared with a firm glare at the alien, waiting for a response.
Stingray swallowed, feeling an anxious heat swallow him whole. He grasped the sheets, rapidly contemplating what to do with so little options. Jared crossed his arms. “Im right, aren’t I? Just spit it out so I can... well, help.”
What choice did he have here? What options did he have? This could be his only chance to get aid in this situation. He... had to take it. He gave in, running out of options. “Fine. I am, but you know what else? It’s Warden’s, and one other thing- I can prove it. If you even think about throwing me back down there I’ll-“ he mumbled, positioning himself as if he was going to jump up and grab Jared, who sighed with a disgusted look on his face.
“I figured it was Wardens. No surprise there... I’ve accidentally walked in once and- sorry, sorry.” He ceased on the details when stingray’s body language spotted a rage boiling to the surface at his declaration. No, pissing him off would make it worse.
“The bottom line is, I-I’d like to help you. It would be a good reality check for the Warden and I have morals unlike him!” Stingray nodded, surprisingly apprehensive yet pissed off at the little man as ever. Jared stepped back when Stingray pulled himself out of the bed and leaned against the wall, evidently assuming Stingray was going to attack him.
He saw Jared's face and laughed. “Pussy. I’m just standing up- what’s your plan, and what’s the part you aren’t telling me?” He was going to reply, but a voice that sourced from the door caused them both to freeze.
“Jared? You’re supposed to be working on... wait, Stingray?”
Warden had just walked into the room, canceling all plans.
Shit. Of course, he would end up screwing up everything. Stingray felt a boiling rage begin to engulf him and he stood up, walking straight towards the Warden without a single shard of fear in his stance.
Jared stepped back, stuttering and looking for something to say to defend himself, fearing that he was about to lose his life. He had nothing to say, he was unable to say anything. Part of him hoped that Stingray would beat the shit out of Warden yet he knew that that wasn't possible.
"Warden." Stingray hissed, standing right in front of him, the two looking to one another with a set of angry yet confused expressions. The warden sighed, crossing his arms. "What are you doing out of the prison? Jared, don't tell me you're trying to betray me? How about you-" Stingray grabbed him by the tie and pulled him back to a solid eye contact.
"You got me pregnant, you stupid motherfucker." He snarled, holding him in place. "And you know what? You're taking responsibility for this. You don't get a choice you fucking bastard." Warden stood in a daze, hazed by shock and his mind's attempts to process the situation while Jared took cover for the upcoming bloodbath.
"W-what? Hey! Prove it, you can't just say those things!" Warden broke free and crossed his arms, scanning the prisoner over carefully. "Nobody else has had sex with me. What, you think I'm not willing to prove it? I can. Look at me, for fuck's sake!" He pressed a hand to his somewhat rounded middle with a clenched fist. "Three fucking months, a little before the last you last dragged me up to your fuckhouse and used me. You can throw me back down if you're okay with your own child being murdered eventually because of your own actions, but that's on you, Warden!" He yelled, gnashing his teeth and then waiting silently.
Warden didn't answer right away, standing in contemplation for a good minute before responding. "Well, fine! We'll go down to the lab and get a DNA test, and since it's NOT going to be mine, if it happens to be mine, I'll take you out of the prison- WHICH WON'T' HAPPEN." He jabbed a finger into Stingray's chest, close to a tantrum. Stingray returned the look in turn, nodding. "Yes. Let's."
Jared inhaled, this was either going to end horribly or somehow end up working out. Fucking hell, both would end badly for him, who was he kidding?