Trenton had been stabbed before, but this hurt. This was a whole separate realm of hurt where it was the only thing he could think of, and even when the asshole pulled that knife from his skin, the pain was still there. Hot and cold. There were tears in Trenton's eyes, but he couldn't feel them. The only thing he could feel was where the knife had been, and where it was repositioned to against his ribs.
"WHAT?" He shouted in anguish then, couldn't help it. It was impossible for Trenton to not border on hysterics. He jerked against his restraints, more now than he ever had before. There was pain fueling him, but it got him nowhere.
"I gave her the drugs, she asked for them! She asked me! I didn't know she was going to.. going to.." He could remember her pale face then, vacant and seizing. Trenton choked on a wordless sob of agonized frustration.