We´re going nowhere

“Good morning Lyis.”
“Good morning Howard”
The doors closed behind him as he walked inside my room. He turned his back to me and started to prepare our medical morning routine while he whistled a beautiful melody. His white coat still had that enormous hole near his butt, apparently he had forgotten to change it. I recognized that terrible syringe in his hand as he moved towards me, still whistling.
“Since when do you call me Howard? Moreover, these were your very first words towards me; I have to write that down. Well, I´m grateful that you´re alive at all…”
“Do not come any closer with your pointy- thing. I swear by Odin you will regret it.”
He stopped whistling immediately. So he had not forgotten about the incident just the other day.
“Well, now you finally talk at all and the first thing you do is to threaten me. What´s your plan this time? To puncture me with my own syringe, or did you like to burn me? I wasn´t even bothering to change my coat. Go on.”
I looked at him furiously; ready to burn his clothing again. But then I remembered the promise I gave myself last night, not to hurt anybody with my power. And I couldn´t attack him with my bare hands, even if I wanted to: I was restrained to the bed. It made me feel humiliated.
“What do you even want with that torturing device? Kill me? Point it at least to the floor man!”
He looked from me to the instrument and back to my face. The corners of his mouth started to rise.
“So you´re afraid of this? That’s all? Trust me, I´m not going to kill you. Not at all. I just want a blood sample, to examine it. You know we´ve lost all serum, and your blood could be the answer, I mean you should have been dead but you´re not. You´re the key…. I should have taken some of it when you were still unconscious, that would´ve been a lot easier. Or when you were pumped full of medicine. But no we had to ask madame, which cost me a lot of instruments and my assistant is traumatized for the rest of his life. She still has to explain to me what she did to him…”
He had started to talk real fast and almost to himself.
“No. You will not get any of my blood. Where I come from we would rip out your tongue for that. It is a crime to make a- , to make someone like me bleed. “
As always I was getting very sad thinking about home and it frightened me that I would never be welcome there. That in truth I was outcast and therefore sort of human.
Howard looked at me closely and laid the syringe away. He took the chair from across the room and dragged it next to my bed where he sat down, still looking at me.
“So you want to talk? Okay, let´s talk.” He took a deep breath and continued “You just mentioned your ... home. Where is that? Where are you from? And what are you?”
I looked at my room, well more precisely my cell. A bed, a chair, a desk and a mirror- that´s it. The mirror was unfortunately cracked in one of my anger fits. The whole bloody room was just white. Plain white, everything and everywhere- I hated it. The only thing that brought a bit of warmth in here was Howards whistling.
“That song-?” I was still staring at my room.
“Greensleves. It´s an old British song… no idea where I heard it before, it just popped into my head. Do you like music?”
“Yes, very much. It breaks this depressing silence.”
“Well then I have a deal for you. I´ll get you a gramophone and several records. You can listen to music with that device. In return you have to answer my questions.” He leaned forward and I looked him strait in the eye.
“Deal?”
“Deal. First you bring me that gramophone and I´ll tell you as much as I can. I could also use some bloody flowers. It feels like I am dead with all these white walls and I surely hope to be past that stage.”

Notes

I know this ones very short, but I promise the next one will be a lot bigger. ;)