Antonio was hardly conscious.

Sleep had continued to slip through his fingers, and it wasn't good. Feliciano was out cold beside him, his breathing light, but still a bit ragged from the panic of having a pill shoved down his throat and his wounds tended to in a moving car.

At least, that's what Antonio thought had happened. And yet, all he could recall of the event was trying to shout at whoever it was to stop, the blindfold tied aggravatingly tight this time. The only thing that Antonio knew was that they where going somewhere.

What he felt was true was that they where going to die. Some way or another, they where going to die. Torn apart. Dissolved. He felt sick just thinking about it.

He could feel the car lurch to a stop. He was pulled to his knees by his hair, causing him to let out a groan of pain. He heard Feliciano startle awake nearby, and the next thing Antonio knew was that he was slung over someone's shoulder. He found his legs pinned to the chest of whoever was carrying him, restricting his movement to simply struggling to pull them away. But the grip was strong, and his legs still hurt from being beaten with the butt of that gun mere days before.

Sun blared down on his back, and Antonio winced. If not for the blindfold, he was sure he would be blinded instantly. The heat alone was horrible feeling on his back.

A few minutes later, he felt the cool of shade cast itself over his back. He heard a door open quickly, and whoever was carrying him shuffled inside, quickly followed by whoever was carrying Feliciano. Someone spoke in hushed tones with another, and they where taken around a corner, and down a lengthy hallway. Antonio could make out patches of light every meter or so. Windows, most likely.

Another corner, and Antonio was thrown to the floor forcefully. His spine flared with pain, his vision going white as he let out a cry of pain and surprise. His head collided with the floor, hard, and his breathing instantly seized up. He felt as if his head was simply going to roll off of his shoulders.

He heard Feliciano crying weakly, and something shuffling. A chair. His blindfold was ripped away forcefully, and he found himself staring at the far wall. A pair of feet moved around, and a slightly smaller pair of dirty ones stood between a pair of chair legs. Antonio tried to glance up, but his vision flared white once more, and he closed his eyes again. The bare feet must have been Feliciano's. They where moving quickly, as if struggling.

As he lay there, his eyes screwed shut to prevent a headache, he heard a sound like duct tape. Feliciano whimpered. Antonio cracked his eyes open again to see that the feet where, in fact, Feliciano's, and where now duct taped to each chair leg. As Antonio glanced up, he saw that he was still blindfolded, but the gag was tossed aside. Antonio, however, was still gagged. But not for long. The blurry figure of whoever had tied Feliciano to the chair soon pulled him to his feet and forced him into a chair as well, just across from Feli, who was trembling with each abrupt sound.

Antonio found his feet tied of each leg of the chair he was in, which was an old fold up chair, and creaked whenever he shifted. His arms where quickly undone, but any quick thinking he may have found ideas in where quickly vanquished. His arms where tied to the side of the chair, at his sides, since there where no arms.

He blinked blearily, only to hear Feliciano let out a gasp of surprise. The sound of water hitting the floor was sharp and abrupt. Antonio gladness up to see Feliciano soaking wet, and shivering. Most of the grime covering his body had been washed away and was currently in a puddle on the floor at his feet.

Feliciano whimpered, and began to cry, his teeth chattering. Their captor quickly left the room.

Antonio fought up the courage to speak. "Feli?"

"S-s-si?" Feliciano's words where shattered as his teeth chattered. The water must have been cold.

"Are you alright?"

"Si. I'll... I-I'll b-b-be f-fine."

"Okay. What was that back in the car?"

"M-m-my leg s-started ha-ha-hurting. I f-f-felt like I wah-was g-g-going to d-die." Feliciano managed to swallow his tears long enough to get the message through. But any words he wished to add on where quickly reduced to soft whimpers.

Antonio grimaced, trying his bonds. Tight. Just like everything else. Great.

He pulled vainly, and Feliciano simply continued to cry.

Antonio paused. He needed Romano. He needed Romano to be there for them.

No.

What Antonio really wanted was to see Romano, just once, if for just a single, fleeting moment, for himself.