Shay watched Nick drop the mop and run to her.
āShhh.ā He said gently, silencing her thank you's. She felt him untie her and she dropped her arms to her lap, leaning on him as he wipped up some of her blood with the rag. Her wrists burned where the rope had been tied, and she looked down to see that they were bruised and bloody. Shit.
āDonāt thank me for anything.ā She heard him say, and struggled to look up at him, but was hardly able to lift her head. How could she not thank him? He'd just stopped Monica's torture and possibly saved her best friend from the same thing. Even if that meant giving into Adrian.
She was going to speak up when she felt something against her lips.
āCome on take a sip.ā Nick said, and she forced herself to tilt her head back, catching the look of guilt on his face as she did. Water ran down her dry throat and she sighed softly, drinking it gratefully as it cleared away the clogged, scratchy feeling of her screams and the blood in her mouth from biting down on her tounge was washed away. She sat, leaned against him in silence as he finished cleaning her up, giving her small drinks of the water. When he was done, she had to sit up on her own, using the post for support as he slid her bloody shirt off. The pain in her back made her close her eyes, even though she knew he was being as gentle as he could. Once the ruined shirt was off, he helped her slip into a clean white t-shirt. The new, soft cotton fel good on her burning skin and she sighed as he lifted her gently and moved her.
Thank you Nick. She though silently to herself as she leaned her shoulder against the wall and closed her eyes. The wounds on her back were closing up, leaving behind white scars, but her nerves still screamed with pain and her energy was still draining.
Shay didn't even know how long it had been before she felt Nick's closeness again. He wrapped his arms around her gently, waking her from her half-asleep state, and lifted her up. It was strange, accepting help from him. It wasn't something she was used to, but she was just happy she didn't have to walk. Her legs felt like jell-o and the thought of holding up her wieght was agonizing. He carried her out of the room and down the hall. She curled up in his arms and allowed herself to feel small for a moment. It felt good to not have to be the strong one all the time.
āShayla? Iām sorry.ā She heard Nick say, and lifter her eyes to look at him. There was guilt all over his face.
Shay shook her head softly, noticing that the pounding was going away a little. "For what?" She whispered, voice still a little hoarse, but rgaining it's strength. "If you're sorry for them using me against you, don't be." She placed her hand against his cheek for a second before dropping it. "I'm just as guilty of that as you are. And you can't possibly be sorry for stopping Monica. If you think you've let me down by agreeing to her terms, you haven't. And you don't have to be sorry that she beat me either. I've handled it a thousand times, what's one more?" Shay sighed softly with the effort of talking. "You didn't do anything wrong. Don't do what I do and blame yourself for everything. It's a hard habit to break." She finished and rested her head back against his chest, closing her eyes halfway.
On her way to check on Erin, Adrian stopped her and Destiny walked up behind.
"I need both of you to get the lot of them outside." He said, and she could tell by the tone of his voice that something had irritated him.
"There is a truck waiting for them, make sure they are each caged separately and none get away." He gave them both a pointed look, but Monica shook it off and nodded obiediently.
"Destiny, collect Nick and Shayla, Monica you can deal with the group upstairs, I'll take care of Erin. I assume she's sorted?"Monica grinned and nodded. "Yes. I was just going to check on her now, but I guess you can handle that." And she turned to carry out his orders when he spoke again.
"We're all moving to one of the Science facilities." he sneered behind her
"but I'll need the both of you with me to make sure we keep control of them.""Of course." She grinned and left them there, heading back towards the room she'd just left Daniel in. Once she was there, she threw the door open and gave them all a nod, making sure they were all still there. Shanae, Axel, Jason, and Daniel. Yep. Good. "You're being moved." She said simply. "You're to come with me and give me no trouble." She raised her eyebrows. "And to make sure you don't try somethign stupid at your first breath of fresh air, you're going with me one by one." She jerked her thumb towards Shanae. "Starting with you. Come on Vena, up." Monica yanked the dark haired girl to her feet and dragged her from the room by her arm, walking briskly down the hall.
At the door, she took Shanae's arm by the wrist and wrapped it around to her back. If the girl tried to run, she'd break her own arm. And with that, she shoved her outside and walked her quickly to the truck Adrian had described. The man standing nearby leaped forward like he was going to take over, but Monica held up her hand. She could see why Adrian had been so pissed. "No. Just lock the cage." She hissed and shoved Shanae in the truck, pushing her quickly in the first cage. Once it was locked, she whirled away and repeated the same process for the three boys, making sure to put them on one side of the truck and Shanae on the other so that they couldn't talk without speaking outloud where she could hear them.
Once she was done, she stepped from the back of the truck and leaned her hip against it, arms across her chest to wait for Destiny with Nick and Shay, and Adrian with Erin.