Breathing heavily now, Tobias took a step away at the threat of Simms forcing him to eat any of that stuff in the sink. He knew Simms meant it too. Still, his feet felt like lead. The fight or flight instinct had kicked in, except he wasn't fleeing like a part of him wanted to. He was staring at Simms, the plate in his hand trembling now. He was imagining what would happen to whoever ate those sandwiches. And they would because they would be hungry. Tobias didn't want anyone to get sick. Or die. And he was imagining Simms feeding one of those sandwiches to Chase. Or Lennon, or Kiley. No.
"No," Tobias said, more forcefully this time and he turned to set the plate back down on the conveyor. "You're going to kill someone. I'm not... giving those to anyone. You can't do that." He was terrified now, Shaking and feeling sick and he wanted this to be over now. God, someone needed to help him.