"Don't let the bastards win!" Will struggled to get up until the door slammed shut, and then he crawled onto the mattress to collapse into a puddle of pain and wait and see how long he would be alone for. One hour? Two? A day? He closed his eyes and just tried to focus on breathing.
In the kitchen, John was scrolling Instagram and waiting for Malcolm to return, a coffee in his hand. On the table there was a coffee pot and mug waiting for Tuck to return and take a break from his work. If he pulled up the security app, he could see the footage of Scarlet crawling around on the floor, and he smirked and sipped his drink. Fucking yes.