“No,” Jared whispered, his breathing coming out in broken, uneven pulls. "God, please, please.”

“B, hold your breath!” He yelled, his bloody fingers slipping on the glass as he clawed at it. “I will find… Fuck, I don’t know what to do!”

He stared at the wiring again, no longer noticing the sweat soaking through his shirt and the tears running continuously down his face.

His palms were covered in blood from everything he had tried to break, and his entire body trembled from ...