#needs saving

Right….?

There is no reaction to the opening of the door. No response to the sound of voices or footsteps. Only the slow, almost imperceptible rise and fall of his chest betrays that he lives still.

Up close, the realities of his suffering are even clearer. The chains that bind him to the floor are short, permitting little motion. His skin is ulcerated beneath the shackles and all along where he lies in contact with the floor. His body is marked all over with the livid, recent scars of torture - healed enough that they are no longer scabbed, but still angry red and purple. Dramatic against his pallid, corpse-hued skin. He shivers under scrutiny, the first suggestion that he is not deeply unconscious.

The blindfold is shaped cloth, closely fitted to keep out light. Like the chains, it has been in place long enough that the skin is raw and seeping beneath it, and a scabby crust glues the cloth to his face.

But Laurel's life tho?