New Girl - Part 14

The hand I was holding belonged to Lewis. Even with the scarfs removed from our faces we kept our fingers intertwined, keeping us clasped together.
Harry took my free hand and examined my wrist. I took a quick glance at it and had to avert my eyes away. The tops of my wrists were worse than the inside, I guessed this was from me pulling and wriggling them.
"you can remove your gags now." Sarah watched from outside the cage we were locked in. Lewis slipped his hand out of mine and undid the knot behind my head, gently removing it from my mouth. He then threw it at Sarah, it didn't hit her but landed close to her feet. He then untied the knot of his gag and threw that at her too. Again missing.
Harry pulled a bottle of something from the medical bag, shook it, and then tipped some onto some cotton pad things.
"this is going to hurt." Harry said apologetically.
He dabbed the cotton wool onto my wrist, sending a pain up my arm so intense I screamed out and tried to pull away. Harry didn't let go. Lewis came up behind me, put his legs either side and wrapped his arms around me. He was so steady and stable.
"you're not alone anymore" he leant in and whispered right beside my ear. Harry continued to dab my wrists and Lewis continued to hold me until they were all bandaged up. I turned to face him and he brushed away my tears and enveloped me into a hug.
"it's okay, we're all together now" he breathed. I sat hugging Lewis until Harry had finished checking over Florence and patching up her cheek.
"right, blondie here should be okay, she should come to in an hour or so. Your wrists should be fine, now it's your turn mr." he came towards us. I felt Lewis' body tense up anticipating the pain. I broke away from the hug and moved to his side, taking his hand in mine. He smiled gratefully at me.
Harry began to dab over his gashes. He winced and grasped my hand tighter. Harry made sure he cleaned every one of Lewis' cuts before putting bandages on the worst ones. He didn't say a word at all, as he got up and went to the exit of the cage. Sarah opened the lock with a giant key and he slipped out.
"goodbye my pretties, see you later!" Sarah sounded like a witch. She locked the cage up and took the key out of the hole. Then she nudged Harry and they exited through a giant wooden door.
I pulled away from Lewis and crawled over to Florence. I sat down and crossed my legs pulling her head into my lap and then stayed there stroking her curls away from her face. Lewis came up beside me and put his arm around my waist hugging me. I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed.
"what are we going to do now?" my voice came out hushed.
Lewis shrugged slightly "I don't know" he replied.
Jack caught my eye as he scurried into the middle of the cage and sat down on the floor. He pulled his knees in close to him and began to rock back and forth. Lewis looked at him, then met my eyes and we shared a look of concern.
"Jack, buddy, come sit with us, keep warm." Lewis spoke gently. He was so lovely and caring, a side you wouldn't know he had just by looking at his tough appearance. Jack shook his head from side to side and continued to rock. Lewis looked at me as if to say just leave him to it. I guess rocking was Jack's way of dealing with things now he wasn't tied up. I continued to caress Florence, stroking her hair and hoping she would just wake up. I leant in closer to Lewis as the temperature seemed to be decreasing.
I scanned the room with my eyes trying to take everything in. The bars of the cage were thick, and looked solid. The floor was a foamy soft thing, and there was a toilet and sink in the corner. The walls outside the cage were similar to those in the other room, filthy and smeared in grime and dirt. The difference was there was no pillars in here. There were no windows either, just the one big wooden door, and a single naked light bulb that hung from the ceiling.
"look on the bright side, we have each other and we can talk," Lewis whispered. I couldn't tell if he was trying to comfort me or himself anymore. What I did know was I had really fallen for him. I hadn't noticed before, but his lovely ways, gentle teasing, he was so cute, he had an awesome taste in music, and he had a way of making you open up to him completely. He was an amazing listener, always had comforting words. I buried my head into his chest, and for the first time since I was 6 years old I wanted my mum.