“Mmh?”  Arrow stirred when he heard someone speak.  He yawned and stretched his arms over his head, rolling over lazily to face his roommate.  Man, why was he always so tired all the time?  He brushed his messy hair out of his eyes and had to blink a few times before the sleep cleared from his vision.  He could smell the cigarette before he could see it.  It was actually a sort of a comforting scent, which he thought was a little weird.  With the exception of the bleach they used to clean, there weren't any defined scents in the facility.  The smell of nicotine reminded him of his mother, who always used to sit on the back porch with her cigarette.

     He banished the thoughts of home as quickly as they arrived.  That wasn't something he could think about, not here.  “Oh, good morning.”  He said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes sleepily.  He turned and crossed his legs so he could face the other occupant.  He raked his brain, trying to remember his roommate's name, or if they had even really met before.  He didn't think they had, but he felt awkward asking.  He reached for the water bottle on his table and took a swig of it, ignoring the pills.  There looked to be about six of those suckers in the little cup.  He had no doubt that even just half the dose of shit they pumped him with was enough to kill a small child.

    His head tilted in curiosity.  “Do they let you have those here?”  He asked.  He ran his finger sub-consciously along his collarbone as he spoke, tracing the greenish blotches from bruises that had yet to completely fade.