He was here, she couldn't believe he was here.
"Zeke. Please wake up." Neve begged.
Shaking Zeke frantically by the shoulders Neve prayed he would show her those brown eyes. He had been in and out of consciousness since they had brought them back.
She could feel Wolff. His pain was niggling at her bones making her heart beat erratically. The screams from the prisoners outside the door were deafening but they weren't as loud as the groans and shouts of pain from Wolff that Serena was airing into the cell. The tears had long ago fallen down her face hearing them.
They had to do something, anything.
"Zeke." Neve repeated shaking him more roughly.
His skin was pasty white, the cuts on his torso barely healing. Zeke was weak, indescribably so and there was next to nothing she could do to
