A brief glimmer of a smile touched Abby's lips at Lev's use of one of the words she'd taught him. It always made her smile when he did, she couldn't help that. But the smile soon faded as she thought of the torment they must've gone through. The torment Lev had gone through. There was no way Abby would have let any of that happen. She got what he said about how they'd taken them. She couldn't fight all of them, but to stay there and be fucking slaves for these assholes? No fucking way. That wasn't who she was. Or who she'd ever been. She might not be the same girl Jerry Anderson had raised, but she still had some of those qualities her father had instilled in her. Stubbornness was one of them. Determination another.
"Fuck." She said, disbelief coating her word and concern painting her face. "How the hell did we get out? I mean did we? Because Lev, there is no fucking way I wouldn't have tried to get you the fuck out of there."
Arching a brow, Abby studied him. She knew, despite his injuries, he wasn't telling her something. She could tell by the way he was practically avoiding her gaze. She was good at reading people, sure, but she was better at reading Lev.
"Alright. Out with it. What are you not telling me? And don't even think about lying to me."
She pulled out her phone to check and saw that Lincoln was able to help. So she sent a quick reply back and she would have to get Lev to the medical ward of this place. Wherever the hell that was.
"We got a doctor too." Abby said, in a change of subject. "I need to get you to the medical ward. So, come on, let's get you fixed up."
Abby scooped him up gently in her strong, muscular arms and cradled him practically like a baby, careful not to hurt anything.