<blockquote class="uncited"><div>OOC: sorry it took so long</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Akki slid out of the truck behind Duncan in time to hear Jennas question about his health. As he opened his mouth to respond Duncan and Kyle started fighting. Akki rolled his eyes, go figure, something went wrong and the two of them were at each others throats like wild dogs. Akki leaned against a tree and watched the matter unfold even as he itched to jump into the fight for no other reason then to feel another personâ€™s skin and bone give under a punch. To hear the acknowledgement of pain though the medium of a scream or grunt. These thoughts had gotten him into quite a bit of trouble at the White House, his nickname for the asylum,  since he had lashed out at anyone who had wandered to close to him. Patient or not. The orderlies and nurses hadnâ€™t taken kindly to these actions and most days he was left in solitary confinement for a day or two without food or water. When heâ€™d finally realized that he couldnâ€™t get out of there unless he started behaving himself he confined these thoughts to dark fantasies in the back of his mind. Eventually, after some posturing and pretending he was â€œfixedâ€ they let him out again. Now all his rage was pent up awaiting release, but if he let it out he would be right back in the White House, facing those horrors again, this time indefinitely. He didnâ€™t want to go back, he hadâ€¦.friends, if that was what one would call his dysfunctional group, and he didnâ€™t want to leave them. Sometimes he thought that perhaps he didnâ€™t really<span style="font-style: italic">like</span>any of them. That he was just scared of facing the world on his own. The thoughts seemed to surface at the worst of times on sleepless nights and painful days.<br/><br/>Akki was jerked out of his thoughts as a hand touched his shoulder gently. He suppressed a flinch and looked at Elana catching her question. He was slightly surprised by the question, and for a moment didnâ€™t know what she was talking about. Then a stab of pain from his arm reminded him of what had happened and what had started the thoughts of blood and pain.  Akki raised his arm suddenly amused by the blood that dyed his white skin red. He stared at the cut wondering how deep it ran, and if he had somehow gone into shock. As he stared he was again unsettled by the sight of blood leaving his arm once more as his mind filled with images of the White House, regular blood tests had been done to ensure that none of the patients were getting drugs, being held down by orderlies and watching them insert a needle into his arm and taking what they wanted from him. He dropped his arm to his side and shook his head as if to clear the images, hiding the slight panic under a wave of uncaring sarcasm.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m fine. Nothing a few days wonâ€™t fix.â€ He smiled at Elana and even as she called out to Jenna. Damn now everyoneâ€™s attention would be focused on him. Just what he needed, Duncan would more then likely make some jab at Akkis manhood, and who knew what Kyle would do. Akki glanced at Jenna and shrugged not really caring what they had, but it might be a smart move to get the damn arm bandaged before he bled out here on the side of the road. Though, that was starting to seem like a nice option compared to what his life was shaping up to be.