The one that does the saving

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“Blake?”

“hmm.”

“Good you are awake,” Jordan whispered, “we need to move, its dawn.”

Blake grunted reluctantly getting up and wincing. Jordan grabbed him to steady him.

“Hold on until we reach some place safe,” he told him. Jordan continued to hold his bruised friend. It was normal after the first shift for the human part of the bopdy to be sore and bruised for a few days. But even the first shift was not a forced one. Blake’s body appeared battered like he had gone through torture far worse than traitors. He could barely talk and was always wincing. At the time of escape, he would forget who was with and attack Jordan to defend himself. His mind was no longer stable either.

“This is all my fault,” Jordan cursed, “I should never have let you follow me.”

He looked back to the direction he came and a tear rolled down his cheek remembering.

“B-B-Blake?” Jake called from the opposite cell. His voice hoarse.