Chapter 138

• Felix was in the fourth cell, strapped to the bed, a bucket in the corner, the bare mattress was stained with his blood and sweat. He was alone and I quickly popped the vent covering off and dropped down to the floor.
• “Felix,” I whispered as I held his head in my hands.
• I pulled out the knife that was strapped to my ankle and flicked it open. I cut the bonds on his arms and legs and then I cut my wrist open and held it against Felix’s mouth. It was exactly five seconds later when his hands gripped my arm and he started drinking greedily.