Oscar stared at me for a few seconds, dumbfounded. His hair was in a complete mess and his eyes looked bloodshot behind his glasses. His hands were trembling, but I was not sure if it was out of fear or anger. The look in his eyes I recognized though - that was a look of someone who had been betrayed and was seeing the person in front of them in a very different light. I saw that look a lot when I left this place.
“What?” He finally said, glancing at Grace.
“My friend is dying and if you don’t help me, he’ll be gone in a few minutes,” I explained impatiently, taking another step towards them. I couldn’t help but notice that both of them tried to retreat, but I had no time to think about their feelings.
“You’ve kept us hostages for two days!” Oscar shout
