Chapter Thirty-Four – You Didn’t Have a Choice
“Please help,” a familiar voice rasps. “Help us.” Jaha.
The impotent feeling fuels rampant anxiety. Bellamy doesn’t know what to do with Heaven because he knows this isn’t going to be good. But he can’t not do anything. Like Kane pointed out—this is who he is. He has to help.
He sets Heaven on a crate. “Stay here,” he says firmly. She gets the idea, pulling in her knees, squishing Bae to her chest. Good. She’ll stay. He hopes.
There’s a barrel of water off to the side marked as clean. Probably for the crew to drink while they’re working. Bellamy grabs a bucketful and braces himself.
Six people, including Jaha, sprawl out in various states of duress. It’s worse than anything he expected. Worse than Pendleton. He gags but pushes forward towards the least wounded. The ones that might be saved.
Jaha looks up at him with unseeing eyes. “Help.”
“They’re coming. Here.” He puts the bucket in front of Jaha’s shaking hands. The man cries out when he splashes the water onto his skin but doesn’t stop. Read more…