Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 106 Keating

   "Because you need to take care of me." Keating replied.

   "Take care of you?" Verak was puzzled.

   Keating patted his two legs: "My lower limbs are paralyzed, and I have lost some of my ability to take care of myself, so I need someone to take care of me."

   "But..." Verak felt that this was both normal and abnormal.

It's normal for people who have lost the ability to take care of themselves to need to arrange care, but this is Daimans Prison, where every prisoner is not respected, and the prison guards let them fend for themselves, so how could they be willing to sacrifice a profitable labor force to take care of another prisoner? a prisoner?

   "Go and say hello to the prison guards patrolling outside, tell me that I'm incontinent, and you need to take me to take a shower, and then you can go to the bathroom to clean up properly." Keating suggested.

   "This..." Before Verak could think about it, Keating had already figured out a way for him to go to the bathroom immediately, "...Okay...Thank you."

   Since Keating will be with Keating for a long time, Verac has no choice but to hold back his curiosity and focus on solving the most important problem at the moment—cleaning himself up.

   "Is anyone there?" Verak came to the door of the cell and looked out through the iron crowd.

  The prison guard on patrol came over: "What's wrong?"

   "Mr. Keating is incontinent and needs to be cleaned." Veraker whispered.

  The prison guard turned his head and looked into the cell, only to see Keating covering his lower body with his clothes: "Come out."

   "Come carry me." Keating said.

  Verak didn't expect it to be so smooth. Hearing Keating's words, he walked over in a daze: "But...on me..."

   "It's okay, just be patient, it's better than waiting until night." Keating said gently.

Verak squatted down and carried Keating on his back. Although his body recovered a little and he didn't feel so sick when he returned to the land, he was still a little weak, so he staggered when he carried Keating on his back, and almost fell. fall.

   "Can it work? Young man." Keating asked.

   "It's okay." Holding his breath, Verak bent down and picked up a change of clothes. After the prison guards opened the door, he arrived at the bathroom led by two prison guards.

The bathroom in the prison is not big, and it can only accommodate 30 people at the same time. Therefore, in order to avoid the pressure of washing the bathroom at night, it is too late for everyone to wash. Come in batches.

   "Let's go." After entering, a prison guard directly picked a criminal away with a gun, making room for Keating to take a bath.

  Under the supervision of the prison guards, Veraker helped Keating take off his clothes, took a bath for him in a fake way, and then helped him dry himself and changed into new clothes.

   "You can wash it too." Keating was placed to sit aside, and deliberately said in a voice that the prison guard could hear.

   "Okay." Verak glanced at the prison guard, but the prison guard didn't intervene, so he took off his prison uniform with confidence, and took a shower happily.

Although it was cold water, it made him shiver from the cold, and it was far less comfortable than a hot bath, but it was rare under such conditions. Verac didn't complain. With Keating back to cell 208.

   Hearing that the prison guard locked the door and went off to patrol, Verak sighed.

  He doesn't know how long this dark life will last.

   Probably a lifetime, but how long is a lifetime? It could be months, it could be decades, he doesn't know.

   "From now on, you'll sleep on the upper bunk, isn't that a problem?" Keating didn't seem to care much about this new roommate, and sat on the bed and picked up the book next to the pillow again.

   "Of course." Keating had trouble with his legs and feet, and he had to trouble himself in the end if he slept on the upper bunk, and Verac naturally had no objection to this.

  After getting along with him for a short time, he found that Keating was relatively easy to get along with. Although he helped himself to take a bath just because he didn't want to smell the smell, at least his personality was not as weird as he had guessed.

   "I forgot to introduce myself to you. My name is Thomas Chris. I am twenty-four years old and I am from Laizein." Verac broke the silence and introduced himself, trying to understand Keating.

   "Robin Keating, from the Old South Treaty of the United States of Dunman." Keating raised his head and said.

   "Are you from Dunman? I can't tell from your accent at all..." Verac didn't realize that Keating was from Dunman at all. He was very fluent in Bresci and his appearance was not very distinctive.

   "However, I came to Brecy to live about twenty years ago. Like you, I lived in Lezein before I was arrested." Keating put down the book.

  Seeing that Keating put down the book and showed a willingness to talk, Veraker hurriedly asked, "How did you get arrested?"

   "What about you?" Keating asked back.

   "I led the workers to organize demonstrations and protests, trying to improve the treatment of the workers..." Veraker kept the story as short as possible, omitting some things that should not be said, and briefly introduced the reasons for his arrest.

   "Same as you, a political prisoner." Keating defined Verak's behavior in one sentence, and also kept his specific information confidential.

  Villac didn't get what he wanted, so he changed the question unwillingly: "Why are you treated differently from other prisoners? It seems that you are the only one here who doesn't wear a prison uniform, and you don't have to work, and someone takes care of you."

   "You will know later." Keating didn't say much.

   Faintly feeling that Keating was unwilling to disclose too much information, Veraker didn't ask the bottom line, and stopped in time.

  After taking a bath, he felt much dryer and more awake. His physical condition recovered a lot, and his froze brain seemed to be awakened again, and became active again.

"Do you mind if I go up and rest for a while?" Verak looked around the cell. The cell was too simple. Except for a bunk bed, there were only daily necessities piled up against the wall. Can only stand.

   "Help me wash my clothes later, then say hello to the prison guards, and hang them outside." Keating reminded.

   "Okay." Verak readily agreed.

  In his opinion, taking care of others is much easier than going to work. No matter what Keating's status is, he can live here safely.

   Climbed onto the bed and lay down, Verak's face was only 30 centimeters from the ceiling of the cell.

  The upper and lower bunks in this cell are different from those in other cells, and the rest are divided as evenly as possible, so that one more layer can be vacated, and an additional layer of bed boards can be installed to sleep another person.

  In this room, Keating's comfort was more considered, so Verac's space was so small that he couldn't even sit up from the bed.

  He exhaled a mouthful of foul air, and his body quickly sweated again due to the heat.

  (end of this chapter)