visiting hours | declan&benen

Time is lost here for Declan Garner; he has been staring at the same four grey walls for an eternity. The guards have not even given him the satisfaction of interrogating the old man since the first time, his only human contact have been the variety of different hands that have pushed the beige tray of sorry food into his cell three times a day. Three whole meals, even he thinks that he does not deserve such luxuries. The justice system is in a sorry state in Panem, especially since the High Council took over, that is what Declan thinks anyway. If he had his own way, his decaying body would be rotting in some sinkhole already.

Oh, it is really all over for Declan Garner, over eighty years has been washed away down the drain. Now he suspects even his family spit on his name. An empire has been torn down in just one split second. And who is to blame for the one clumsy moment? Not himself. Definitely the laboratory assistants whose sweaty overwhelmed brows lost themselves in the moment, he could have so easily talked himself out of the whole situation. It is not like experiments are not going on all over District Six, it is literally a part of the industry. So why is Declan Garner now the villain?

Probably because of that stupid grandson of his who just had to rock up at the wrong time with his sisters. Before his grandson won, the eyes were not on the Garners but now because there is a celebrity in the family, the authorities just have to go sniffing around.

Declan just sits on the edge of his bed, staring at the door and waiting for the lunch meal to come through the hatch. It is usually about now but instead the unlocking mechanism on the door begins to unbolt, a noise he has not heard before. Then there is a light that fills his eyes, one that he has not experienced in awhile and his eyes struggle with the brightness. Two silhouettes of tall bodies grab his forearms and restrain them to the back of him. ”I will not resist you fellas, just be delicate with me. I am old.” The elderly man says but the peacekeepers ignore his requests and drag him to his feet and out of the room.

”I have not been on an excursion for a while, where are you taking me?” Silence just fills the hallway that the old man is marched down and the room with the letter V printed on the door answers his question for him. Someone is actually coming to visit him. A singular room with a hard plastic chair and a glass window. Thick glass separates him and his eldest son as he is thrown onto the chair, the door is locked behind as the peackeepers leave.

”It has taken you some time to actually come and visit me, Benen. I do hope you are here with some kind words, I have not spoken to a soul for three weeks. It is not like anything I have done is wrong. How many flatlines have you called on your operating table?” Declan’s patients were brought to him against their own will while Benen’s were there to save their lives. Except Profoundling was meant to save so many more lives than just a doctor with his scalpel.