Hand in Hand (part seven)
@whumptober Alt. 11: Panic
cw: aftermath of whump, migraine, adult language, death mention
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It's been three days since the punishment.
Three days since he hurt Wes and abandoned him in the cell. Nowhere near enough time for the memories, the screams, to fade. The screams he'd caused.
Dan has spent most of the time lying down. It isn't by choice. After his escape attempt, Swift saw fit to increase security measures. If he isn't being escorted by armed guards, he's chained to the bed, arms splayed out in such a way that he couldn't pick the locks if he tried. Not that he has.
He has a headache that started the moment the cell door closed behind him, and it's only gotten stronger with every passing hour. He could tell himself it's just an effect of lying down for so long, of the beating, of dehydration, of insomnia. Maybe any one of those is true. But it feels like his body is punishing him.
His skull throbs, his eye sockets pulse with a fresh pain any time he even twitches, and he deserves it.
Even though, logically, he knows he had no choice.