COLT POV
Given the hell I just endured over the past couple of days, the idea of ending this constant haze was music to my ears.
When I made the choice to lock myself up, I knew it would be bad. I knew there was the chance she'd never wake up, but it was a chance I was willing to take.
I had Harland lock me in, and he was the only one with a key to the cell I was in. I had the gammas switch the lock for a new one, and they swapped the cell bars out for ones from our current holding area because they are stronger and more reliable.
There was only one cell in there that was buried way in the back, no neighboring cells, no way to dig out, no way to collapse the walls and no way to mind link anyone else for help. The way I remember my father telling me, there's no way one's mate could feel
