"This is all your fault," Sam sighed, fingers running through his hair. "I knew we should have gone through the proper channels to get those medical supplies but there you were, saying how no one would notice, how we'd get in and out and go help the civilians and it'd be fine." Sam rolled his eyes and tried to make himself more comfortable against the bars.

It was hard to do in his scrubs. They offered no real padding.

After thirty seconds of silence, Sam leveled his gaze at Raleigh. "So, do I at least get an apology?"