It had only been about an hour when the door opened, and his roommates were shoved inside and locked in. Fyn pretended to sleep until he was sure the guards were gone. He heard Mouse making some sad sounds and Troy trying to comfort him.
Fyn forced himself into a sitting-up position, holding his side. Fyn was certain that all his ribs were broken, but he pushed the pain out of his mind.
Troy was sitting next to Mouse, who looked almost tortured as he whimpered. Mouse held a bloodstained gauze-covered hand against his chest as he continued to whimper and rock.
“What happened?” Fyn asked, then immediately regretted it.
Mouse must have gotten injured in the riot earlier.
Guilt threatened to choke Fyn as he stared at the poor helpless man. Fyn should have thought twice about causing such problems for his people. Should have made them stop instead of letting the fight continue. If he had known Cass was close by, he wouldn't have put anyone at risk.