Ezekiel.
"Report?" I said as soon as I entered the special ward Wilhelm was being held in. I could see him laying down on the hospital bed through the glass screen. His face looked battered and by the amount of tubes connected to him I knew the attack must have been bad.
"Sergeant Sporades," one of the correctional officers bowed as soon as I entered. "He was stabbed by two imitates. Once in the shoulder and once in the abdomen. They didn't get enough time to do more damage since we responded."
"I thought he was issued solitary confinement," I frowned, "I don't remember asking for him to be moved to interact with the rest of the inmates." He opened his mouth but quickly closed it. "Why was he taken out of solitary confinement?"
"I have orders not to say Serg."
"And you'll find yourself unemployed if you don't."
His face turned red before he nodded. "We received a letter from The King to release him to other inmates."
