Their Actions

Storm POV

I wake up hearing screaming, loud screaming. My eyes snap open, and I turn my head to see Quinn being dragged through.

"Quinn!" I shout and look at him; his eyes meet mine, and I stare at the marks across his body. "Why did you hurt him!" I ask, seeing Bailey and Grant.

"Punishment for not following orders," Grant shouts, and I watch them strap him down. My hope of escaping is quickly destroyed. I watch as they walk around the room and do things.

None of us speaks. We just watch. They have all their blood and are honestly hoping that mine works. It's foolish, at least that is my hope.

If it works, then what? I hate the thought of that. Quinn has kept his eyes on me the entire time, and it's comforting. I watch Bailey and Grant leave. Two guards sit in the corner of the room, watching TV.

"Are you okay?" Quinn whispers, and I nod.

"Weak, but okay," I say, and he nods. "How did they get you, Quinn?" I ask.

"I left to find you. No one would tell me how to get out, so I called G