Another night Killian hangs from his toes from the ceiling, using the metal plate that holds the chains to hold himself up. His arms cross at his chest he watched through his lashes one black and one red hue focused solely on the nurses hurrying to change his bedsheets and clean his room. His uncle Drake stood at the entrance watching them as they moved around performing their chores as fast as they could. The nurses would never enter Killian's room without protection. He waited silently watching as they ball up his bedsheets and practically race each other out the room. The clink as Drake closes the door and metal meets frame sets Killian to start counting from 1000 backwards.

"Three hunned.. seventy ffffivvve.. all dem bitches gon'die.. three hunned and seventy four watch my feet hit the floor" Counting in his usual sing-song tone he rocks his body back and forth before he summersaults into the air and lands on his bare feet, the chains clink and rattle scraping against each other with every sudden movement. White spiked tresses bounce about his head as he turns his head one way then the other. Without hesitation or any struggle Killian works the pin he'd stolen from his cousin during her earlier visit and hid within the folds of his hospital pj's into the small keyhole of the shackle. With the sweet sound of metal scraping metal he feels the shackle shift and pop open.

Maniacal laughter bubbled from deep within his throat to fill and spill from his mouth, wild multi-set colored eyes sprint around the room as he inspects his surroundings making sure he was still alone.

"The time is 4am"...