His wrists are raw and bloody from the ropes where he'd been working to try to wear them through. It hadn't been entirely successful - wearing through ropes using rocks is much trickier than films would have you believe. His arms are aching and he's got a throbbing headache from staying awake as much as possible since the kidnapping.
He hates being locked up. The saving grace is that this isn't a white hospital room or a UNSC prison cell. The novelty helps to keep him grounded where otherwise he might start to spiral a little.
He hears movement outside. Too distant to really make out what it is. It could be an attack, but if so, who? Will people be looking for him? he hasn't exactly made many friends in the village so would anyone notice? Maine would, but he'd still have to track down the place Wash has been taken.
He starts working at the ropes with renewed vigour.
He only stops when the footsteps come close, too close to ignore. He stays stock still, trying not to breathe too loud and then-
Relief floods him at that growl. He recognises it. No-one else sounds like that. No-one else would be able to tell!
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He hates being locked up. The saving grace is that this isn't a white hospital room or a UNSC prison cell. The novelty helps to keep him grounded where otherwise he might start to spiral a little.
He hears movement outside. Too distant to really make out what it is. It could be an attack, but if so, who? Will people be looking for him? he hasn't exactly made many friends in the village so would anyone notice? Maine would, but he'd still have to track down the place Wash has been taken.
He starts working at the ropes with renewed vigour.
He only stops when the footsteps come close, too close to ignore. He stays stock still, trying not to breathe too loud and then-
Relief floods him at that growl. He recognises it. No-one else sounds like that. No-one else would be able to tell!
"Maine?"