The mention of Kiley was nearly drowned out by the thrumming of Chase's heart, and for a split second that worry about potentially killing someone just...went away. The rage was there again, his eyes glued to Simms as the man almost willfully completed he current and went down. He hadn't expected the flicker of the lights, or the smell, faint as it was. He couldn't tell if the burnt rubber scent was coming from Simms, or the outlet behind him, or something in between, but all that mattered was he'd gotten the bastard.
He's down, he nearly shouted to Noah, but for a few brief heartbeats that felt like an eternity, Chase could only sit there and watch.
And then it all stopped, but not in the way Chase had been expecting. The lights returned, the sound of buzzing electricity died in the faint plop of something behind him landing in the water. The wire in the socket had slid free, ending the current through the water, and Chase's heart nearly stopped.
"SHIT!" He was off the bed in an instant, water sloshing around his feet as he went immediately to the bars, staring out at Simms' prone form. He watched Simms chest intently, straining his eyes so hard they hurt, then swore again as he saw the man's chest moving. Killing him had always been pretty unlikely, but as afraid as the thought had made him, there had still been hope. Instantly he was on his knees on the floor, the water soaking into his jumpsuit as he stretched his arm out in a vain attempt to grab for the boot closest to him. Simms was down. Simms wasn't dead. Simms could wake up. Simms had the fucking keys. And, he was out of reach.
There was always a chance of this, but in his minds eye it had gone so differently. Simms would grab their bars, be within reach when he was stunned. Even if it hadn't knocked him out the way it had, just confusing him long enough to get the damn keys would have saved everyone. He'd fucked it up. God dammit, he'd fucked up.
"Hell's goin' on?" Came a yell from down the hall, and a brief glance showed part of Oliver's face, and one whole arm, aimed at him through the bars.
"I can't reach him!" Chase gasped out frantically, moving away from the bars and toward the cellphone charger. He did his best to tie it into a loop, the wires stabbing into his hand a few times before he borrowed Noah's as well to extend it. It wouldn't work. The knots couldn't get tight enough, and Simms was far too heavy to be moved with them even if he could manage to get the loop around his foot. He figured that, but he had to try something.