The glow stick in his hand cast an ethereal light around the dark, fetid chamber.
It illuminated the brutalised figure on the filthy floor, picked out the rivulets of blood streaking his clothes and the bruises marring his pale skin.
Swiftly he knelt and gently rolled the fragile, damaged creature into his lap.
Moans of pain slipped from cracked lips, panic and fear radiating from eyes of palest green as they fluttered open.
"S...Sam?"
It was an exhausted whisper and Sam drew him in as tears of relief dripped from his chin to land on his brother's upturned, smiling face.
