Chapter 9 - Martin refuses to talk
Martin was not sure how long it had been since he had eaten. The water they had given him was barely enough to hydrate him, and yet he had used his shirt to mop the sweat from his face and neck.
In the adjoining cell, his young friend appeared even more uncomfortable, a fact for which Martin desperately wanted to apologize. But the thick sheet of glass between the two cells made verbal communication impossible. It had, however, enabled each of them to witness the other being beaten by the Sentinels.
The bruises on Martin’s chest and ribs were causing him pain. But at least his shoulder had not dislocated again–a small mercy he had secured by refusing to lie on that side of his body. He had also denied himself the usual exercises for the joint, aware th
