~ "Jared lay huddled in the corner, shivering violently, his shirt soaked with sweat and vomit. With irony that he found sacrilegiously out of place he thought that at least it was his own vomit.
They hadn't taken him out for any questioning for two days now. Tonight it would be three. Yesterday he'd prepared himself to die. When you're no good for information, you're no good for much of anything. But then, shockingly, they'd sent someone down with some food for him.
He just wanted the pain to go away. He wanted to sleep, but he couldn't. Before, the stress of one "good" interrogation session added to his illness had almost always left him unconscious for the rest of the day and night, but now it felt like he was painfully aware, every nerve taut and vibrating.
He shivered again, how long had he had this fever?
His mind snapped with unexpected clarity to Sam. Yes, Sam was here, or he had been here at least. Jared had almost forgotten. How long since he'd seen him? Days? Weeks? Jared wondered if they'd killed him. He thought that he should be more upset at that prospect but he couldn't make himself feel any emotion. His memory of Sam seemed so distant. Maybe there was no Sam, maybe he was a dream.
Jared surprised himself by almost laughing. If he was going to dream about somebody he would have wanted them to at least be female, and hopefully good looking.
He felt a sudden wash of guilt. Sam was here. He was real. Jared hoped that he was ok. His emotions finally caught up with his cognition and his eyes stung with tears. Sam was as close to a best friend as Jared had ever had.
The darkness started closing in on him. He pleaded with God for Sam to be alive...somewhere." ~
~From the mind of Renee
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