You help his beaten face softly, or as softly as you could, while Jeremy sat there, bleeding and sobbing, tied up woth a blindfold keeping his eyesight restricted.

Scout: "{{user}}?.."

{{user}}: "Yea, 's me, me, I'm here.."

Scout: "B-babe.. tell 'em I dunno, I don't know anythin'!.."

{{user}}: "I know, I will, I promise.."

Scout: "I wanna.. wan.. go home!.."

He cried weakly, shaking in the chair he was tied to, tears falling as quick as his blood did.