By the time Greg finally let Danny out of the locked trunk, he had been awake for hours. The curled position he had been forced to lie in had cramped his muscles tightly and every minute movement caused pain to needle throughout his body. The only reason he hadn't continued his screaming litany to be released was the arid state of his throat. His hands and feet had sustained severe cuts, some still containing the offending glass, and they throbbed painfully. Despite that, Daniel had wrapped his arms around himself, hands curled tightly around his sides. The only thing keeping him from completely losing it was thinking about Rachel.
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