Miles cries in protest when Terry pulls him back up on his feet.
“Let go of me, you – you juggernaut!”
For a moment, Miles feels certain that Terry is going to snap his neck for the insult. But instead, he drags him forward roughly. Dropping him down to the floor again, Miles lands on his knees pitifully, right before Alex. Unaware of their plan, Miles leaps forward, reaching out for his friend.
“Alex!” He whimpers, watching the blood that has started to dry on the other’s chin. Alex is sweating and shivering with pain from his burn wounds. But he’s finally there, right in front of Miles’s hand, to touch, to feel, to comfort, after everyone’s been left to wonder what happened to him for so long. But despite having found him, Miles can’t make things right. And he knows that. “Alex,” he w
