I wanted to ask Gavin who he couldn't save and why he couldn't save them. But his sorrowful eyes made me think twice. It might be too painful for him to talk about.
He lightly pressed on my ribs. "Does it hurt if I press here?"
"A little. It hurts more if I move though, or breathe too deeply." I responded.
He nodded. "Alright. It might just be a sprain or a tiny fracture. I would advise you to avoid putting any strain on it."
I thanked him with a nod.
Gavin glanced at the door, then leaned in, wiping the blood from my lip with a cotton ball that was dunked in rubbing alcohol. "I have a way that might help you to escape, but it won't be easy."
"It's not just me, though," I said. "The boys in the dungeon..."
Gavin's mouth made a tight line. "I know. I figured you'd want to take them with since they're in your gang."
He wiped the left side of my neck, then stopped. Then his eyes met mine in a confused stare.
"What?" I asked.
