Chapter 7

“Want…I want to help you…help you get me into that…” Ellis pointed his chin in the direction of the pad and straps. “Don’t want to be a deadweight, Sarge, and make you do everything.”

“You’re nobody’s baggage, here, Ellis, and you’re doing great,” Clark reassured, hugging Ellis close when Ellis sagged in relief. “And we’ve got all night, so we can take our time. I’m going to be checking in with you like this as we go. Sometimes I’ll ask how you are, sometimes I’ll ask for a color. Tell me what those colors mean, soldier.”

“Colors. Oh. Right. Safewords.” Ellis closed his eyes. “Red for stop. Yellow for slow down. Green’s good?”