[Now it's Teddy's turn to go still, horrified by that particular revelation. Billy thought he was dead? All that time, he thought Teddy had died back there?
He looks down at the sheets, hands sliding down to Billy's elbows, his hold gentle as always with the injured arm. It's... understandable, Teddy had thought for sure that he was going to die when he realized what they were going to do, briefly thought he did die when he woke up in the cell. But Billy went back to the village thinking that way...
God. He remembers Billy dying for a few minutes, enough for Teddy to nearly break down the restraints, needing to be tranquilized again. Billy...
Teddy leans forward, just short of climbing onto the bed with his boyfriend. He wishes he could, but he still isn't sure if he even should.]
No... God, no, I wasn't dead! They didn't... [He takes in a deep breath; it's hard to talk about, even two weeks after it happened. Teddy just wants to clam up and not talk about it, let it bury itself into his mind and never be shared again. But...]
They didn't cut all the way. [His voice sounds a little shaky now.] It was at the base, but not past it. And they stopped the bleeding after you... left. After that, they just... left me alone. They only left one meal, and I couldn't even get to it for a while - it was like my entire body was numb for hours...
[He didn't even know how much time had passed. It was so dark in there, and there was no way to tell if it was day or night or if minutes or hours passed...]
[Action, October 15th]
He looks down at the sheets, hands sliding down to Billy's elbows, his hold gentle as always with the injured arm. It's... understandable, Teddy had thought for sure that he was going to die when he realized what they were going to do, briefly thought he did die when he woke up in the cell. But Billy went back to the village thinking that way...
God. He remembers Billy dying for a few minutes, enough for Teddy to nearly break down the restraints, needing to be tranquilized again. Billy...
Teddy leans forward, just short of climbing onto the bed with his boyfriend. He wishes he could, but he still isn't sure if he even should.]
No... God, no, I wasn't dead! They didn't... [He takes in a deep breath; it's hard to talk about, even two weeks after it happened. Teddy just wants to clam up and not talk about it, let it bury itself into his mind and never be shared again. But...]
They didn't cut all the way. [His voice sounds a little shaky now.] It was at the base, but not past it. And they stopped the bleeding after you... left. After that, they just... left me alone. They only left one meal, and I couldn't even get to it for a while - it was like my entire body was numb for hours...
[He didn't even know how much time had passed. It was so dark in there, and there was no way to tell if it was day or night or if minutes or hours passed...]