Matching the keys with the doors was a lot harder than they expected it to be. It took 20 minutes just to match one key with a door and what they found inside was a completely empty room.
"This is a fucking waste of time! Clay's out there, God only knows where, and we're wasting our time in here matching keys with doors that don't have anything behind them!" Sonny yelled in frustration.
"We don't know that brother." Ray says calmly. "There's a ton of other doors-"
"And what if he's not behind one them Ray! Then we just wasted all that time, when we could have been out there looking for him!" Sonny cut Ray off as frustration started to boil over.
"And what if he is behind one of them!?" Ray fired back. "Huh? What if he is behind one and we gave up opening doors because we opened one and it was empty!?
"Alright, that's enough! We're staying until every door is open, understood!?" Jason jumped in.
Sonny and Ray both kept their mouths shut and silently agreed, getting back to matching keys with doors.
Almost an hour later 3 more doors had been open. All three were empty.
Jason could see Sonny's frustration starting to boil over and Ray beginning to question whether or not Clay really was behind one of the doors.
It wasn't until they opened the 6th door that they found someone. It was a young girl, roughly in her early teens and scared to death. She spoke no English and panicked at the sight of the large American men surrounding her.
No one was fluent in Russian, but they all knew a few words. They tried to reassure her everything was ok and that they were there to help and not to hurt her, but either she didn't understand or didn't fully believe them.
Jason had snapped a picture of the girl and sent it to Davis to see if it matched any of the remaining people from the website.
When Lisa confirmed that she was in fact on the website, they knew Clay had to be here somewhere.
Brock stayed with the girl, trying to gain her trust while the rest continued looking for Clay.
As more doors became opened, and keys narrowed down, they started to match keys with doors quicker.
Six more people had been found, 4 of them had ben Americans who spoke English while the other two did not.
Seeing how the 4 Americans seemed to be at ease and grateful to be rescued, the other 3 victims who did not speak English seemed to relax a bit.
There was a rather large opening in the hallway, right where the two halls separated, where they gathered everyone who had been rescued. Brock had traded places with Trent to allow Trent to evaluate those they had found.
"How are they?" Jason asked a short time later as he was walking by and pulled Trent aside.
"Not great, but not terrible. They're all very dehydrated. The younger ones that don't speak the language won't let me anywhere near them, but from what I can tell, they're covered in bruises, some in the shape of handprints and a few cuts. There could be more, but I don't know. The other ones, the Americans, they let me close, but they're shut down, almost like they're not even acknowledging that I'm there. When I ask questions they don't answer, when I ask them to lift an arm or turn around to let me get a better look, they hesitate, but comply." Trent answered.
"And the ones that let you touch them, how bad are they?" Jason questioned.
Trent shrugged. "They're pretty beat up and traumatized. None of them are talking though to know what happen-"
"I got him!" Sonny yelled, stopping everyone in their tracks. "Trent, get over here now!"
Everyone went running, stopping at the door Sonny yelled from.
Inside they found Sonny, crouched down next an unconscious, bloody and bruised Clay.
"It's ok buddy, we're here, we got you." Sonny whispered while gently nudging Clay's shoulder.
"Watch out Sonny, let me in." Trent said gently, knowing he needed to get in there to evaluate just how bad Clay was. Sonny scooted to the site, staying by Clay's side, but still allowing Trent enough room to do what needed to be done.
Trent checked his pulse and respirations first. He was satisfied with the results, but not entirely happy.
"Talk to me Trent, what's going on?" Jason asked anxiously.
"Pulse seems steady, but his respirations are a little irregular." Trent said before beginning to evaluate everything else.
"Irregular how?" Sonny asked.
"A little quicker than I'd like, occasionally too shallow, but not enough for me to be overly concerned just yet." Trent said, settling everyone's nerves just a tad.
"What about the rest of him?" Jason asked.
"I'm trying to figure that out now. Here, help me carefully sit him up so I can get a better look." Trent said.
Sonny carefully helped Trent pull Clay to an upright sitting position so that he could get a better look at Clay's injuries. As they were doing so, Clay slightly opened his eyes.
"Hey, wait a second, he's waking up." Jason announced, noting Clay's eyes slightly open.
"Clay, look at me, it's Trent." Trent gently tapped on Clay's cheek, careful to avoid some of the bruising that had formed.
Clay turned his head away, trying to escape the tapping on his face.
"Easy man, it's ok. It's just Trent." Sonny whispered.
At the sound of Sonny's voice, Clay looked up, glaring at Sonny. "There you are, bud. We got you, you'll be ok."
"Just go." Clay mumbled under his breath, taking everyone by surprise.
"What?" Sonny asked confused.
"Leave, get out." Clay stated a little louder this time. His voice sounded completely defeated.
"We are leaving, but not without you." Jason jumped in.
Clay looked at Jason, but then instantly back over to Sonny. "Did you get Yuri?"
"Yeah, kid we got him, he can't hurt you anymore." Sonny answered.
"So, then why'd you come back for me?" Clay asked.
Everyone was confused by the question and didn't know how to answer him. Why on earth would Clay ever question why they came for him. They would never even consider leaving him behind.
"What do you mean? We will always come back for you, you know that." Sonny replied, almost hurt that the kid would even think they'd leave him behind.
"You said you weren't here for me, that you came for Yuri and Yuri only, and that I could rot in here for the rest of my life for all you cared." Clay shared, still hurt by 'Sonny's words.
"Clay, what in God's name are you talking about?" Sonny asked.
Trent stood up and pulled Jason aside.
"What's up? Why's he talking like that? Concussion?" Jason asked Trent.
"A concussion's possible, but I think there's much more to it." Trent started.
"How much more?" Jason was growing more and more concerned.
"Based off my observations with the others and the room we found him in." Trent paused.
"Spit it out Trent, what's wrong with him?" Jason was becoming frustrated.
"Have you ever heard of sensory deprivation?" Trent asked.
"Yeah, of course, but what would that have to do with the way he looks and is talking? There's clearly been some sort of touch going on. Have you not noticed him covered in cuts and bruises?" Jason wasn't understanding.
Trent was now the one growing frustrated, with Jason not letting him finish. "Will you let me finish before you interrupt me again, please!?"
"Sorry. Go ahead." Jason apologized.
"Ray and Brock said he rolled and then fell down the mountain which is how they got separated. I'm sure some of the bruising and cuts came from that. But those people out there, they're terrified, they won't speak, don't want to be touched, squinting at a dim light. I tell them one thing and they forget I even told them-"
"What's that hav-" Jason started to interrupt before the look on Trent's face told him to shut up. "Sorry, continue."
"All those things Jason, they're signs of sensory deprivation. Clay is also showing signs, just not the same as them. Did you notice his right hand?" Trent asked.
Jason shook his head no, he was too busy studying the kids bruised face and trying to figure out if he was alive.
"He hit something, and not just once, whether it was the wall or another person. Whatever it was though, clearly did some damage. He's confused talking about how Sonny was there and told him he could rot in there. We know that's not true, but to Clay it is."
"How is that even possible though?"
"With sensory deprivation, everything's in your mind. You start doubting yourself, then others, essentially you start going crazy and eventually start hallucinating."
"You think he was hallucinating?" Jason asked.
"I do, that's the only logical explanation I can think of for him believing Sonny would ever say that."
"Dammit, so what do we do? How long will it take till he's back to normal?"
"I don't know Jase. I've never actually had to deal with it, but from what I've heard, some people bounce back pretty quick, others… not at all. I guess it all really depends on how long he was in here and how deprived he really was."
Jason ran his hands through his hair trying to think and process everything. "Alright, we'll deal with that later, what about his other physical injuries?"
"Hand is definitely broken. There's no denying that, Ankle is pretty swollen as well. Ray said something about him hurting it in the fall, but until he has x-rays I can't tell if it's just a bad sprain or if there's a break. He's got some pretty extensive bruising throughout his body, but like his ankle, I can't tell if anything's actually broken or just extremely sore. I suspect there's a concussion, but with everything else going on, who knows." Trent began explaining until they were interrupted.
"Guy's, Sonny needs you now!" Ray popped out of the room with a tone of urgency.