Drowns My Spark

Drowns My Spark

Chapter 7- I'm with you now

Rodney woke up to screaming. Pain filled, angry screams and cursing. He could tell right off the bat that it was John. He sat up slowly and blinked a few times to adjust his eyes. He looked up from his position on the floor at john.

John was being branded and being fussy about it. Rodney sighed inwardly, 'Doesn't he know that they will make it worse if he makes a fuss?' He thought to himself as they finished branding and dressing john without a passing glance at Rodney.

"Why did you have to go and get yourself caught? You couldn't be careful could you…" Rodney said as he broke the silence that filled the cell.

John glared at him, "If you had never gotten captured in the first place none of us would be here!" John scolded him with a frown.

Rodney grew silent and looked down, "You left me behind…so don't go blaming me." He said simply as a pang of guilt hit john like a dumpster truck at forty miles per hour.

John looked to Rodney, his guilt reflecting in his eyes, "I know saying sorry isn't gonna fix things but…I am sorry and we are going to get out of here." John said confidently as he touched Rodney's shoulder lightly.

Rodney kept his eyes on the floor for a moment before looking up at john. His eyes landed on the collar that john, now, wore. The urge to throw up returned to him, it was his fault that his friend now had to go through the same hell he was living in.

Silence once again filled the blood smelling cell.

Rodney let out a shaky cough that broke the silence. John's eyes looked to Rodney's bent over and coughing form, "Are you ok?" He asked concerned as he went over to his friend's side. He was hiding his hands from John after coughing on them.

"Rodney..?" John called to him lightly as he placed a hand on Rodney shoulder. He turned to John with slightly pain filled eyes; his hands were covered lightly in blood.

John eyed Rodney's hands, "What the fuck have they been doing to you….?" John asked with an irritated and disgusted voice.

"Don't let them use the collar on you…that's pretty much all I can say." Rodney said, his voice tired and strained from screaming. John nodded and looked to the cells bars.

"They might separate us. If they keep you in here with me I'll be thankful…but I'm not getting my hopes up." Rodney said lightly, john could tell that there was something different about him. He could feel an odd guilt hanging on each of Rodney's words.

Realization dawned on him as he remembered the days earlier events, "Rodney, those kids deaths weren't your fault. That bastard forced you to do it…it's not your fault." John tried to consol his friend. Rodney just shivered, pulled his knees up to his chest and turned away from John.

John, being stubborn as he is, continued to try to comfort Rodney, "Stop blaming yourself for every little thing Rodney! The deaths weren't your fault! Stop pushing me away…you're not alone now…I'm here with you and we are gonna get out of here ok? But until I get an idea for a plan…we need to be open with each other. No suicides." John said with force but in a gentle tone.

Rodney lifted his head up from where it rested on his knees. His eyes wide and filled with unshed tears that were quickly blinked back as he nodded.

"That's more like it. We can do this Rodney you need to believe that." John said softly as he tried to smile encouraging. Right now, courage was what both of them needed.

TBC

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