darker_london | This is Bad... (Daniel, Dragonetti, Peter)

When Daniel entered Peter's cell that day, he saw something that terrified him to his very core. Peter was on the floor near his bunk, shaking violently. His chains had wrapped around one of his legs, which was sticking up in the air, chains rattling ominously with his movements. It seemed he had vomited because there was a pool of sick only centimeters from his head.

Daniel hadn't seen Peter have a vision, so to him this was something potentially dangerous. He rushed forward, leaving the cell door wide open behind him. "Peter!" He tried to hold Peter down, but the force of his convulsions was far too strong for that.

Peter's vision went on, and Daniel removed his hood to place beneath Peter's head. It was the very least he could do, but it was better than allowing Peter's head to repeatedly slam into the rock floor.

That was when Dragonetti stepped into the cell. "Brother Daniel!" he cried, his voice one of complete shock, rather than anger. "What are you doing?!"

"He's having some kind of fit!" Daniel didn't even think about the fact that Dragonetti had just caught him with his hood off in front of a prisoner. "Alessandro, we have to take him somewhere where we can get help!"

Dragonetti's eyes flashed with anger under his hood. "You will address me as Father Dragonetti. And we will be doing no such thing for the creature." He motioned to his minions who rushed forward and pulled Daniel away from Peter, who was finally ceasing his seizing. "You are falling for his tricks!"

"No! Look at him, he needs help!"

Dragonetti was having none of it. "Take him back to his room and lock him in!"

Daniel cried out as he felt himself dragged away. He had slipped and now he would be punished. Not only that, but Peter would suffer for him mistake too. He would have to live with that knowledge while he sat in his cell with nothing to do but muse on his fallacies in the dark. And that was only if they didn't deem his mistake worthy of the work room.

Or worse.