Dane
Neither of them could sleep again. They debated whether or not to eat the food. Dane was suspicious that his father might try to steal their time from them. Or put something in the food made it difficult to enjoy. Lila admitted that his father had drugged her twice, but both times in the water. The water in the little sink tasted like metal, but they both choose it over the risk. And in the end, they chose hunger for the same reason.
At some point they ended up back in bed, Dane sitting against the headboard, Lila between his knees, her back to his chest.
He was worried about her rib—she was moving very carefully now, and breathing shallowly. But he hoped she'd be out of there in a day or two at most, so she could get help then. He curled his body around her like a cage, twining their fingers and speaking into quietly into her ear.
