"Are you all right?" the Xanders asked worriedly.
Angelo shook his head trying to clear it, "Why are there two of you?"
Xander creased his brow, "Maybe you should sit down." Tugging on Angelo's arm, the boy helped him to wall, where Angelo sunk down gratefully. "What did they do?" Xander's voice was a bare whisper. This had been the first time since being brought to the tower either had been taken out of the cell, both were nervous and frightened, although Angelo wouldn't show it, not knowing what to expect.
"I'm not sure," Angelo's attempts to rid himself of seeing doubles still failing. "Some kind of experiment, I think." Frowning in frustration he glared at the cell door; it was hard to concentrate with two of everything looking back at him. "Don't let them take you outta this room. Got me?"
"Yeah, " Xander nodded, silently wondering how one half grown boy could resist three full-grown men, when a muscled ex-military man couldn't. Sighing inwardly, he dipped their little plastic cup in the water bucket and brought it over to the older man. Angelo glugged it down thirstily, spilling half of it down his front. "Why don't you get a little rest?" Xander suggested, returning the empty cup to the bucket.
Angelo shook his head, his gruff voice beginning to slur, "I gotta clear my vision first. How am I suppose to hit those targets if I can't see straight?" He looked straight at Xander; there was no recognition in his eyes, as he snorted, "Aren't you a little bit young for this mission? You're hardly old enough to even be in boot camp, much less be through with it."
Xander shook his head, "Take a nap, Angelo. You need it." The soldier slumped further down the wall as unconsciousness took him.