"We'll figure something out," Carver insists, even as he pulls his hands to his chest. Curling into himself without realizing. It's hard not to remember being held down, those hands in his hair. Grinding his face into the sheets until he could barely breathe. He thought it'd be like the drowning tests but it wasn't, it wasn't at all.

He shivers. They can't do this to the others. They can't.