(But is anyone in the cell with me???)
There was a jabbing pain in Dwayne's right arm that felt like a hammer was nailing a piece of wood into him. All around him, the world spun like a merry-go-round and the ground was cold and hard. The fragmented sheetrock laid under him, making his back uncomfortable and itchy. What had happened?
(Who wants to go next?)
//i can if u want
(Ok!)
(Hello?)
//sorry rewatching AOU
(Ok, but whos turn is it??)
Charlie whimpered, feeling her sore, bruised, and somewhat bloody body bumping along in its chair as she was dragged to a new cell. “William?” She whispered to the darkness. Her response was an unnerving silence, pierced occasionally by a scream of pain or fear from one of her comrades.
(Ok, but whos turn is it??)
//sorry i just added mine is that ok
(Are you in Dwayne's cell or somewhere else?)
//I can do anything, dwayne’s Cell if you want
pets
Thatcher slowly woke up from his unconscious state. He groaned softly and shifted, laying down on his back. His hand was over the gash that continued to seep blood. He felt like he was about to drift out of consciousness again, head swimming.
//I can do anything, Dwayne's Cell if you want
(OK!!)
//ok. She shall be dragged to Dwayne.
Pushing himself to the wall, the hammering in his arm was not ceasing and the new pain in his side felt like something had split in two.
Charlie felt herself, in her half-lucid state, dragged into a new cell, the door shut behind her. She vaguely recognized Dwayne’s voice, whispering something hoarsely that she couldn’t make out.
//is it ok if he’s whispering something i dont want to take over
"Charlie?" He whispered, trying, but failing, at pushing himself up against the wall.
Charlotte whimpered, mumbling something incoherent and wincing every time she accidentally moved her arm that had been shot through.
//darn i just realized how much like the winter soldier I’m unintentionally making her….. she’s lost an arm and thinks she’s alone…..
"Charlie?" He whispered again, "What have they done to you?"
William woke up to silence. He sobbed in relief, or he would have, if his son hadn't turned into a cry of pain. His ears, his entire head, burned. There was dried blood all over him, but he couldn't tell if it was his or Charlie's.
Charlie.
He jumped up with a start, ignoring the pain that spread through him with every movement. "Charlie!?" He tried to yell, though his voice was barely louder than a whisper. The room was covered in her blood, but she was gone.
"Charlie? Are you ok?" His voice came out in a whisper.
Charlie wheezed slightly as she tried to speak. “You're… gone.. gone too…. like.. everyone else…. hurts….”
"Yeah, I hurt a lot." He muttered, clenching his side. "They- they took the others away, they took you away…. What happened?"
“They… killed… they killed you… and… everyone…. everyone else… it… it hurts,” Charlie half-sobbed.
Taking in a deep breath, he said quickly, "Do I look dead to you?" He glanced down at his bleeding arm and blood stained shirt, "Ok, fine, I might look half dead but i'm not!"
William pushed himself against the wall of the room. "Thatcher?" He called out, his voice louder this time. "Dwayne? Charlie?"
Sighing deeply, he sunk back into the rubbish. Dwayne wanted to call out for the others, but his voice was hoarse and he was too exhausted.
pets
Thatcher thought he heard a faint voice through his daze and he groaned. “William?” He called, coughing sharply as blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth.
William bolted up. "Thatcher?" He called again, his voice horse from screaming.
