Forty-One
Heavy footsteps sounded in the hall outside the cell, signalling a number of wardens approaching.
Jackson got off the floor where he’d been sitting with his back to the wall, and moved over to the bunk. Wallace had fallen into a fitful sleep sometime earlier. While loathe to wake him, Jackson was sure Wallace would prefer to meet whatever happened next on his feet rather than laying down.
He gently nudged the major’s shoulder, trying to find a spot where it wouldn’t cause further pain. ‘We’ve got company.’
The major groaned, swollen eyelids slowly lifting, bloodshot eyes focusing on Jackson. ‘Any chance they’re on the way with food and medicine?’ he asked, voice raspy and thick.
No one had come near them since the major had been tossed into the cell. They’d had water, thanks
