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Lincoln was pulled from his sleep as the door was thrown open, a body being tossed inside the small cell. He looked to see you curled up, marks spotting your face and blood soaking your shirt. In an instant, he was up, running over to your side.
"Y/N. Hey. What happened?" He tried to move you, but you screamed out in pain, clutching your stomach. Gently moving your hands, a glance at the wound made his stomach churn. As soon as someone was at your side, he turned towards the lingering guards.
"Why did you do this?" Lincoln asked in a low voice, slowly standing from your side. He walked towards the gate, staring down Pikes wondering eyes. "Why did you do this?!" He screamed, hand slamming on the door.
"Calm down, the girls fine-"
"She has a stab wound in her stomach!" He screamed, one of the guards turning his eyes towards Lincoln. The guard took a step forwards, smirking at Lincoln.
"Tell your girl to listen next time, and I won't have to use a forced hand." He stated, a devilish smirk evident on his lips. Lincolns eyes narrowed at the man, stepping as close to he could at the gate, fingers curling around the metal.
"I'm going to make it out of here. And when I do, I'm going to kill you." He growled, letting out a shaky breath as he turned away.
