Tobias was exhausted, and wound rather tight, at least mentally. He hadn't slept well since waking up in this prison, and he'd barely slept at all since Simms made him a deputy, terrified that he would wake up at any moment with Simms hovering over him, ready to smother him with a pillow, or something worse. He cried a couple times, when he'd gone to the bathroom, but tried to make sure his eyes were dry before Simms saw him again. Deep in his gut, Tobias knew Simms was going to kill someone, or multiple someones, and TPTB would keep them all locked up until it happened.
He couldn't even keep track of how many times he'd thrown up in the past two days. His stomach was in knots and he had a dull throb in his temple. Tobias wasn't sure if it was from the stress, or from where Simms had hit him.
Tobias nearly cried again when he woke up, still in his deputy uniform, still in this place. He had seen how horrible Chase was looking, had watched Simms dump ice over Cecilia. Kiley was thankfully wearing Pam's jumpsuit now, but her clothes were missing. Oliver and Edwin were both hurt, as were a few others. It was just getting worse. As he followed Simms into the kitchen, Tobias felt the weight of the paring knife in his pocket. He'd found it the day before, in the corner of the station, as if it had been thrown or dropped there. Without thinking, Tobias had picked it up and slipped it into his pocket. He had no plans for it. He had no idea what to do with it. He thought maybe he could cut Chase out of the tape, but Simms had been watching him all day, and Tobias felt completely... helpless.
Tobias grimaced at the sound of Simms calling for him, and he hesitated once before he walked over to find him. He didn't want to say anything, because his voice was hoarse from fear and stress, but Tobias stopped a few feet away, avoiding eye contact. "What."