Derek’s P.O.V.
When we entered the room, I was actually surprised to see the poor guy again with my own eyes, because yes, once I saw him again, I really pitied him. He looked like a hot mess, to be honest. He was lying in bed, while the back of the bed had been set straight so it looked as if he was in a seating position. Archer had told me in the car that he needed to sleep sitting up straight, to make sure that his blood supply stayed on track, at least until he would have been appropriately healed. A tube came out of his nose, and I could tell that that was the way the guy was eating right now. s**t… they really did a number on him… they really wanted him dead and seeing him lay here, I wondered if maybe he wanted to be dead himself as well. The fact that he wasn’t eating sure as hell
