Bryan had started trying to call out to people, to anyone who might care that he was being taken against his will, but he had reacted too late. They were already outside, and the sun still blinded him after so long in the dark. He started struggling against the straps that held him, whimpering with pain and distress. It couldn't end like this. This was too damn pathetic. No. He refused to go like this!
Then he heard his name. And that was Reed's voice! Reed? Here? He'd been... found? He must be imagining it. He must have lost the plot. He had to be going crazy.
He didn't care. That was Reed's voice, and all the anguish, all the terror that he had been holding inside just exploded out of him in indistinct keening screams of Reed that sounded more like an anguished beast than a human voice. "REEED," he yelled, although it was impossible to understand it was a name he was saying. "REEEEEEEEEEED!"
So close. So close. What if Reed missed him? What if the thug got him on that ambulance and took him away before his brother could find him? What if he killed him right now to silence him? Again, he didn't care. He kept screaming for his brother, struggling to the point where he looked like he was seizing on that gurney. I'm here, Reed! I'm here! Please please find me! For the love of FUCK! Find me, pleeease!! When he heard Wolverine's snarl and the shooting begin, he started crying so hard that tears literally jumped from his eyes as if propelled from the inside.