In the Midst of it All

XIX

{Y/N POV}
Benning sits before us, now cuffed and tied up. I hated to see him in such a distressed state. The slight bump on his head was almost pulsing a bright red and purple color, and the skin on his arms were dusty from falling on the ground. Captain Price is standing besides you, the both of you look over Benning as he slowly comes to his senses.

"What the hell.." Benning keep groaning at his new situation. His head raises to meet his captors and his eyes soften when they see me besides Price. I'm sure he feel betrayed, but maybe now he can feel how I've felt when he was my captor as well.

Price slowly steps towards Benning, "Benning, I am sure you know why we are here."

Benning lazily holds his head high to look Price in the eyes. Still so prideful and egotistical even in such a dreary situation. I didn't want him to get torture, at least not in front of me. And I wasn't confident how much restraint Price has when it comes to interrogations. Based on how he interrogated me he seemed quite sympathetic..

"Eat shit."

Benning spits on Prices Balance sneakers, similar to how I acted towards Makarov a couple of days ago. How alike we are it makes me shudder. Price hoists his hand so it collapses with Benning's ribs. The sound of a low thwack reaches my ears followed by painful groans stuttering out of Benning's mouth. I promptly gasps, covering my agape mouth with my palms in shock. Prices usually uplifting and kiddish demeaner has been replaced with something more serious. Part of me was glad I hadn't been oppressed to this side when I was first caught, but I feel even worse seeing it happen to someone I care for. Benning is hunched over in the chair trying to cover his torso to add some pressure to soothe the pain. But with his hands bound no relief is given.

Price massages his knuckles as I go to Benning side subconsciously.

"Oh god, Price! Benning? Benning can you hear me?"

I go to shake his shoulders and raise his head to look at me, but Price quickly holds my arm when I outstretch it towards Benning. Captain Price gives me a disapproving look so I pull my hand back at my side. Instead of comforting Benning physically I kneel down so I can see his face.

"Benning, can you please help us. I don't want to hurt you anymore than this..."

I try my best to get him to talk to us. We needed to know where Makarov moved the missiles and stop him. But Bennings new loyalty trumps almost anything. Almost. Hopefully he still sees me as a close person to confine in.
He moves his head slowly to look at me before coughing some phlegm out of his mouth. His eyes dazily look at me, his mouth breathing heavily after taking a big blow to his torso. Before finally opening his mouth to speak some more.

"You...would know y/n."

His words take me aback, how would I know? The time I was spent a hostage Makarov never mentioned a single word about the missiles. I stare at Benning. Was he joking? Bluffing maybe? Why would he do that though? I shake the questions out of my head and push for a real answer.

"Benning, stop the jokes. Tell me where Makarov is."

But Benning just reiterates himself.

"Y/n, you don't remember? Did they drug you that hard?"

"Who's they?"