_Trent Mackerby_
...I think I just threw up a bit in my mouth. Swallowing, I find the air to whisper 'Oh, my God...' to myself. That was... that was horrifying to watch. Nobody should have that done to them, even if they are scum. I'm not surprised he's reaching for that knife... but alas, it seems shock and blood loss (and possible loss of will) have defeated him. How tragic.
Slow but steady footsteps draw my attention. Turning from the gruesome scene, I find myself almost gawking at the unexpected sight of Nathaniel himself.
'Finally, a friendly face,' he mutters, right before collapsing at my feet.
..crap. Okay, let's weigh up the options: on the one hand, we have the president's son on the ground, possibly badly injured. On the other hand, we have an inmate dying of shock and blood loss. Is it safe for me to bring the former over to the latter...?
...from the latter's condition, I'd say yes. I begin pulling the collapsed VIP over to the inmate, lightly tapping Nathaniel's face until he awakens with a groan.
'Mister Nathaniel, sir? Are you alright?'