“You okay in there?” concern for his well being this is a trip he thinks to himself. Keeping me hostage feeding him and taking care of his wounds but not revealing themselves. Hunter just shakes his head and replies.
The boy suddenly spoke, “Don't worry. They stopped drugging you a few days ago. That’s just to give your body nutrients. Just close your eyes. And don’t make a scene when they come back, or they’ll drug you again.”
“You don’t just feed junk to someone after two months of-” He cut himself off, groaning and rubbing his temples. It didn’t look like the coffee was doing much for him.
“Yeah, hello. Who is this?” My voice was rough and scratchy from the early morning. “Oh hey Charlie, where? Oakwood Meadows, got it, I’ll call up Ethan and we’ll be down there in a few. You can fill us in when we get there. Bye.”
''Actually, I have a little job for you all; if you can talk to him, try to get through while the poison take effect, that would be great. Thanks. ''