“Jesus-” Will scowled at the guards’ retreating backs, and then turned to Elijah to check on him. “Fuck, you alright?”
Francis, is that you lot out there? You better get a move on and get down here. You’re gonna have a riot on your hands if you don’t soon…
Getting up again, Will turned to the open drawer, looking for a wire he could use, strong enough to use in the lock. He searched along the edges of the table, the chair, anywhere he could think of, until he stabbed his knife into the corner of the bed to dig out a wire. Finally, something he could tease out into a length of metal to stick in the lock! He kept verbally checking on Elijah though, the urgency of the situation making him trust that Elijah would ask for help if he needed it.