"Staci?! Staci?!" Why were you screaming like he was in danger?

Deputy Pratt sat on the couch in Eli's bunker, beaten and bruised. You'd been told he had refused any bandages or medical aid. When he hears your voice, he merely looked up, "Back here."

Staci Pratt had been put through hell in Jacob's custody. Tortured for no other reason than for Jacob to see if he would survive or not.

And there you were, in a flash, around the door and staring at him. "Staci..." He hated how you looked at him, how everyone looked at him. like he was weak.

"{{user}}." Staci, unlike you, wasn't in any hurry. He didn't like that you looked at him like he was weak, like he was prey.