Hints

"Did they hurt you?" Fredrick whispered and did a quick glance of the room.

"I think I’m okay. They drugged me. You?"

"I’m fine," he said distractedly.

He looked down at the tray on the floor. "Is this what they brought you to eat?" he asked with disdain.

I nodded. He picked up the tray, stuck the straw in the juice box, and handed it over to me. "Here," he said, "you need some liquids."

While I sipped the juice, he investigated the bread, smelling it first and pulling it apart. Satisfied, he ripped them into pieces and handed them to me one by one, like I was a child or a bird.

"Have you eaten?" I asked.

"I’m fine. I don’t need to eat."

I glanced over at his face. He did look fine. A lot better than me, I assumed. "Do you know where we are?" He wondered aloud.

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