Course there were others. Wasn’t surprising that he hadn’t been the only one in this pit. Guy said he could move. Didn’t look like it though. Didn’t look like he’d go as far as the door before bleeding out.
Couldn’t…couldn’t leave him.
Geoffrey wanted to, wanted to so bad. Could just get to his feet and run, could get as far away from this hell as possible and never look back. His eyes burned as he thought about it, as he tried to convince himself to just go, to go and breath and live.
"Y-yeah," he managed, blood getting in his eyes when he wiped his arm against them, "yeah, I got you." He crawled closer, didn’t know where to grab, where to even look. They didn’t have time to be gentle about this though, everything was going to hurt until they saw daylight. "Keep loose, if you can." He got under an arm, tried to keep quiet as his torn back flexed and stretched under the strain.
He wasn’t very successful, was almost crying by the time he was upright, everything so hurt and terrible.
He’s desperate at this point, trembling and ready to trust anyone in his sights if it meant a chance of survival. He couldn’t help but let out a sob as the other man agreed to help; he’d expected him to leave him behind for dead and go on without him. “Thank you,” he tried, only a whisper as he failed to find his voice.
“I’m so sorry,” both of his arms moved to wrap around the other mans neck, wobbling as a wave of lightheadedness washing over him as he was pulled upright due to blood loss.
“Thank you, thank you…” He was so sure this place would be his grave, and now this man, someone he would consider a saviour from this second on, especially if they made it out of here alive, decided his life was worth something. It was such a relief and so different from how he’d been treated for the last…. god, he’d lost count at this point.
“A- Axton.. my name is Axton..”.