Once I’m covered, he looks at my wrists.
“Fuck,” he growls and pulls the key from his pocket.
I try not to, but still wince at every movement of my wrist as he uncuffs me. With every tiny touch, another lightening bolt of pain shoots through me. I grit my teeth together, stifling a scream because I want to be tough, even though I have no real reason to pretend.
“I need you to take this.” Hunter removes a small white pill bottle from his pocket. Popping the top open with his thumb, he dispenses two large tablets into the palm of his hand. “I need to deal with some stuff before I can take care of you, and I can’t tie you back up with your wrist like that.”
“Okay.” I let him place the pills on my tongue, and a bitter taste fills my mouth right away. He reaches for the glass of water on the nightstand and helps me drink so I can wash down the medicine.
Cautiously, he lifts my arm to inspect it further. Before he puts in back down, he shoves a pillow beneath it to keep my hand elevated.
“Your ring finger is broken. Your wrist might be as well. It’s at the very least sprained. We’ll set it while you’re out.”
“Why?” I ask quietly. I am genuinely curious why he would go to all this trouble if they are going to kill me in a few days.
“I don’t know… maybe we shouldn’t. Maybe we should end this now. Put you out of your misery,” says, but it seems like he is talking more to himself than me. He still hasn’t made eye contact and as crazy as it seems, I really wish Ryker were here.
He stays until whatever he just gave me dulls the pain in my hand and wrist, along with the fears and dreadful thoughts swirling around in my head.
A warm happy feeling floods my body, all the terror washed away, and I sink into an absolute peaceful darkness.