[He looks nothing like the calm and smiling boy who had endured anything the scientists threw at them now, he's red-eyed and shaking with sobs as though he were a child afraid of monsters in the dark.
Fingers pressing on Abel's shoulder as soon as he tried to sit up, leaving bloody fingerprints on his shirt, trying to force authority back into his voice.]
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Fingers pressing on Abel's shoulder as soon as he tried to sit up, leaving bloody fingerprints on his shirt, trying to force authority back into his voice.]
No... Don't move, stay still. I'm not... done yet.