I woke to the sound of the door opening. Reflex, born of long experience with what happened when I didn't respond quickly enough to a guard, had me almost popping up off the mattress.
But I forced myself to be still, with my eyes closed.
Because I'd started to get a theory, before, and I wanted to test it.
There was a soft thump as some kind of food, probably another sandwich, hit the floor.
"Is he dead? Has he even moved?" Baldy's voice, mostly unconcerned, but with a slight undertone of annoyance. He'd probably hoped I'd die on someone else's shift so he wouldn't need to deal with the corpse.
"Not yet," my cellmate said, equally unconcerned, not specifying which of the questions he was answering.
"Huh," Baldy grunted, and the door shut with a thud. I sat up as soon as his footsteps had faded.
"They didn't know I'd been up and around since the last time they were in here," I said breathlessly.
