After an hour, a man in a white lab coat and doctor's mask entered Arin's cell. He held a syringe. When he spoke, his voice was deep, with the hint of a New England accent. "I'm going to put you to sleep and stitch up your arm."

Arin would wake up several hours later, once again alone in his cell. However, that would be the extent of the excitement for two days. Then, once both of the prisoners were asleep, someone had entered their cells and left for them clean clothes. Arin had faded, worn blue jeans and an old white T-shirt. Kim was gifted with an old off-white sundress with red tear drops and clean underwear. 

Every day their buckets were emptied or exchanged for clean ones, always when they were asleep. Food and drink was always left for them, once a day, also when they slept. Sometimes it was that grotesque, badly scented "ham" and mysterious crimson fluid, other times it was obviously just water and bread or rice. Only about half the time was the red fluid actually human blood. 

Two weeks went by, and nothing very interesting happened. Occasionally one of the masked guards would enter, glare at them or issue some threat, and then leave; but otherwise, they saw nobody. 

Once though, the Carolinian guard had carelessly mentioned to Kim that they were being watched, gesturing to the door. Upon further inspection, she might find a tiny, barely visible hole on the door at about eye level. 

At the end of two weeks, the temperature of the rooms had gradually decreased substantially, until both prisoners were shivering.