Abby had been so fucking glad to see Lev, she hadn't noticed how bad he looked. Not until she pulled away from the hug. She looked at him and her heart dropped. Her eyes widened and she felt freaked out and a bit angry as well.
"What the hell, Lev?" She asked, concerned. He'd mentioned they'd been taken by bandits of some kind, but this? What the fuck had happened? "What the fuck happened?"
She was worried. He was happy she was okay, but Abby was freaking out about him. She didn't matter, he was the only thing that mattered. She needed to get him some help. Surely they had something here, right?
If Mel were here, she could...
Fuck. That thought made Abby's stomach churn as flashes of Mel and Owen laying there, dead and bloody on that floor entered her mind. God, she'd never get those images out of her mind. Fucking bitch that did it. Abby should've killed her. She would have. But, she couldn't when Lev pleaded with her not to. She'd listened, too. Telling Ellie not to ever let her see them again. But she was never forgetting. She never could.
"Me? Don't worry about me. I need to know what the fuck happened to you. We need to get you some medical attention, Lev. And some fucking food. You look..." Abby ran a hand through her hair, that she had hanging down, unbraided, around her shoulders. "Just tell me what happened. Who did this to you?"
It better not have been that bitch. Abby would find her and kill her this time. Somehow.