Chase's heart stopped the instant it looked as if Simms was waking up, and he gripped the sharp plastic in his hand so hard he could feel it cut in. He was panting, adrenaline rushing through him as he stared the man down, hoping it was more anger than fear showing in his expression.
When Simms began to charge toward the cell, Chase's body immediately shifted in preparation to attack once the door opened, though his limbs were so stiff he wasn't entirely sure how he'd move when it happened. Simms stopping brought more confusion than relief, and he was panting out his panic when Simms turned and left.
"What....he left," he stammered out to the others, taking a half step toward the bars, and then thinking better on it. "Fuck, guys, I'm sorry. Shit. I thought he'd be closer. I thought he'd grab for the bars on our side."