John Pov
Alex is an idiot.
An absolute idiot.

The kid has honestly no common sense.

If nobody jumped off a bridge,
he'd jump too and say something stupid like,
'oh, I was just jumping with the air.' 
He is so stupid.

He was passed out on his bed, and has been asleep for about..
ten hours I think.

The cell was open but I didn't leave. Alex might need me or something.

I mean like...
Not that it matters.

Sure,
I like the kid but uh...
yeah.

That's the end of that sentence.
I like the kid.

And no,
I don't think of him like he's a kid, but it ticks him off when I call him that and he's cute when he's angry.

My god.
I actually thought that.

You know what?
So what?
It doesn't matter.

But...The kids barely been here.
Three days to be more exact.

"Yo..J-John?" Alex croaked from his bed.

"Yeah Alex?" I asked. "I don't know. S-sorry. My head hurts," He told me. "Oh um..I could ask a guard for Advil or something," I said.

"N-no. Just waters fine. It'll get rid of it faster." He said.

"How would you kno-"

"Because I fucking know, alright?" He snapped.

"Alex, I don't think you're rig-"

"I know what I'm talking about! I'm a god damn doctor just..
water.
Water is fine." He said, as a final statement.

I narrowed my eyes.

"There's no way your a doctor. But okay." I said, walking out of the cell.

I came back and went up one step of the ladder on the bunk bed.

"Alex.
Alex.
Kid, here."
I said handing it to him.

He drank it and then said,
"You don't think I'm a doctor do you?"
"Not in the slightest." I replied.

He sighed.
"Might as well tell you." He muttered.

"When I was eighteen, I was in the army. A doctor. So I learned how to break everyone bone in someone's body..while naming the bones I'm breaking." He said.

"Why'd you quit?" I asked, sitting on his bed.

"I wanted to go to college. Changed my mind. I was going to become a lawyer and was studying at Columbia College on a scholarship. Pretty sweet, huh?" He said, laughing dryly.

"How'd you get here then?" I asked.

He looked up from his cup and made eye contact with me.

"Murder."

"What?! But..but you're..so..tiny! And you're nineteen for hells sake! What the fu-"

"Look, I Uh...poisoned someone. Botulinum. Pushed him in a pool afterwards. He drowned." He said.

"Where do you even get poison?!" I shouted.

"I was a doctor!" He shouted back. "So?!"

"A fucking military doctor!"
He shouted.

"I stole from the military!
That's why it's a life sentence you bloody idiot!"

I was silent.

This bitch, stole from the military and used it to poison someone.

What did that person do that led Alex to kill them?

W-why'd you kill him, kid?" I asked.

He didn't say anything.
He didn't do anything.

"He was a bitch." He said quietly.

"You wouldn't kill someone for being a bitch." I said, in disbelief.

"He called my mum a whore. Called me a bastard. Called my brother a crip. Called my half brother or cousin or whatever 'the legitimate brother.
Called my dad..
Jesus, he called my dad some things that can't be repeated." He said.

"So you killed him?!" I yelled.

"I'm not going to say every reason why I hated him, but I did the world a fucking favor. Nobody liked him." Alex said.

"Y-you killed someone." I repeated. "The blood is on my hands." He said. "Don't tell anyone."

"..Of course." I said nodding, but was still mentally in a far off place.

I couldn't get it wrapped around my head that this kids a murderer.
So I did something kind of stupid, but I thought it would make him feel better.

I pointed to my arm.
"What bone is this?"

He looked at me and smiled. "

"Right there is the Radius and Ulna." He said.

"What would happen if I broke it?" I asked.

"It would...hurt." He said slowly.

"Well duh. But be all medical and crap." I said.

"Well if you fractured your forearm the Radius or Ulna could be broke by itself but it is possible to break both."
He said, tracing a line on my arm.

"How would you treat it?" I asked.

"With a cast, splint or brace. But if you fractured up here," He said, moving his hand delicately to my shoulder.

"Then you would most likely would need screws and maybe a metal rod. It's very hard to break that bone."

"What is it called?" I asked.
"Humerus." He replied simply.

"Another question, how do doctors pronounce stuff so well?" I asked.

He chuckled.
"Sometimes we don't but if you say it with confidence usually no one corrects you because they don't know either." He told me.

"Alright kid.
Or I guess..
doctor."