After the first meal hour Decco got escorted back to her cell, as usual.
“Here’s your cell,miss.” the guard spoke, making a short lived hand gesture to the dark-ish room. “Thank you.” was the only response she could think of, nobody would be thankful for being put into a small concrete gray tile lined room; especially when you'd find yourself spending most of your time in it.
Before the guard could fully lock up the cell door,Decco spoke.
“..Do you know what they're doing to-” She got cut off.
“That information is confidential,miss.” the guard acknowledged,fully closing the door,then walking away.
Decco sighed(more of a grunt-ish type sigh.), she knew this situation wasn’t going to get better.
waiting it out seemed more reliable then poking around in things she didn't need to know then get punished for doing so.


A week and a half passed by, Neon still isn’t back.
I wouldn’t say Decco was worried she was more or less concerned.
(Doesn't really matter since they're almost the same word.)They wouldn’t kill her for no reason,would they? Her mind was going back and forth on the thought. To ease her mind she’d just think of the best possible outcome. “Neon’s fine! they’re taking good care of her,they wont hurt her.”
was repeating in the back of her mind like a song you can get out of your head.
Being incredibly lonely was hell in itself,I bet someone could agree.

Two days pass by, Decco wakes up to another day (it wasn’t a nice feeling to wake up in the cold) . She was hoping they’d turn the heater on due to it being extremely cold inside the facility. (after all the subjects woke up they eventually did.)
As Decco ate her first meal someone asked to sit next to her. She looked up to give a response then paused(looking very much surprised.) “Are ya gonna let me sit or not, dumb-dumb” chuckled someone familiar. It took a few seconds for Decco to process what was happening before her. Neon’s alive, and looking better than she ever had. “Yeah-yeah-yeah–” Decco jabbered, trying not to sound too determined to see her. Neon then immediately sat down next to her.
“Are you okay?” Decco asked, pushing away their cold oatmeal.
“Yeah! I'm perfectly fine. why?” Neon replied,rather goofily while taking a bite of oatmeal. “You’ve been gone for weeks.” Decco said, sounding pretty monotone.
“It’s not my fault rib surgery takes forever.” “Are you trying to blame me for leaving you alone?” Neon playfully added with an over dramatic gasp.
Decco was too surprised to speak,she didn’t know what to say.
“Why did they give you rib surgery??” Decco questioned.
Neon sighed,”apparently, they were uneven so they fixed them.”
“That's..odd. I don't understand why they’d do it just out of the blue.”
“You tell me,Doc.” Neon jokes, crossing her arms.



AN:
Tbh, i don't like this “chapter”,it’s rushed, my ideas kinda just dropped dead.
hope you enjoyed this mess-