A guard approached their section of the yard, his heavy boots crunching loudly on the gravel path. "Lin Shuyin!" he called out, his voice sharp and imperious.
Shuyin's head jerked up at the sound of her name, the sudden movement sending fresh, electric pain radiating through her injured neck and shoulders.
"You got visitors waiting for you," the guard announced, stopping before her. "Multiple visitors, actually. Come on, you need to move it now."
Tank's eyes narrowed into suspicious slits. "She's seriously injured and barely able to walk properly. Can't the visitors wait until she's in better condition?"
"Do I look like I give a shit about her condition?" The guard didn't wait for an answer. He grabbed Shuyin's good arm roughly and hauled her upright. "Move it. They're waiting in Visitation Room 3 and they don't have all day."
