Lincoln Appreciation Week- Day 1: Moment You Fell in Love With Him
A/N: I wish they would stop torturing him.
All he can focus on is her. It helps him get through the pain as he's whipped by the seatbelt over and over again. While there are tears in her eyes, it helps keep him grounded.
He almost had the desire to help them, if only it keeps her from crying. She's already so close, a few stray tears trailing down her cheeks.
They came to his home, knocked him out, and dragged him here. Like hell they were getting that cure. But then male leader steps it up a notch, and Lincoln's gaze goes back to her.
He could get through this for her, even if it meant his death.
The spike through his hand hurts a lot more than he expected. He fought to keep from reacting, but his hand shook as the pain radiated throughout his entire body. They can't break him.
The dark-skinned girl joins them on the top floor, and she has a desperate look in her eye. As soon she yanked those wires out of the wall, he reacted. The sparks flying from them reminded him of when he saw his village's warriors spar with swords.
He tried to move away from her as she brought the wires toward him, but his bonds prevented him from escaping. Once again, he looks at the olive skinned one. He's almost certain that she can feel his pain when the wires touched him.
His body writhed, feeling hot and cold at the same time. It shook, and it felt like hot pokers driving through every inch of his skin. He couldn't be silent this time. This was a pain he had never experienced.
He expected his groans of pain would be the last straw for the girl he saved. She picked up his poisoned knife and cut her arm with it. He wanted to stop her, and even tried, but his restraints rendered him useless.
Then she's at his feet pointing to the vials with the knife. He glared at her as she asked him which one. He couldn't let them know he spoke English, but he also couldn't let her die. He had risked so much to save her, and he wasn't going to let his stubbornness get her killed. Even if it meant saving the boy he poisoned.
His expression remained hard as he stared at the bottle all the way to the left. She picks up on it immediately and moves the knife over.
Everybody is no longer focused on the boy but on them. He's sure the leader can feel it. The connection he has with this girl. He doesn't even know why himself, but he knew that there was something there.
That was why he motioned to the cure with his head and nodded when she picked it up.
The two others women take the care and practically run downstairs while his savior stares up at him with innocent but strong eyes.
It's in that moment that he knows she didn't do it for the boy. She cut herself to stop him from being tortured. She risked her life to save his, just like he did for her the day before.
The leader still looked at them as if he knew, but Lincoln ignored him. The torture was over, atleast for now. Something told him the girl would attempt drastic measures again if they so much as looked at him the wrong way.
He doesn't allow the blonde to clean his wound. She stood by and did nothing while he was tortured. The girl who saved him though, he worked with her. After the blonde left, he showed her his appreciation the only way he could.
He thanked her in her native language and cherished the smile that graced her face. She even lied for him.
He would be sad to die without ever knowing her name.