Hannah
“Dr. Davis. What has happened to you?” I asked, grabbing onto the bars of the cell. “What have they done…?”
“You shouldn’t be here,” he groaned, lifting his head off the cold concrete ground. I could tell it pained him to speak; it looks like he’s been tortured for months. My heart ached for him; Nancy was going to lose her mind once she found out what was happening to her husband this entire time. “You need to leave before he catches you here.”
“Let me worry about that,” I said, shaking my head with dismay. “We need to get you out of here. Where can I find the keys?”
I went to search the front desk for the keys to his cell, but his voice stopped me.
“Wait; if we are caught, we will all die. I can’t risk your life to save mine.”
“I can’t let you rot in here,” I said, nar
