Rhode Island (Patrick)'s POV:

I crawled over to Virginia's chained body weakly, half dragging my body as I struggled to reach him. Canada had another round with all of us. Sam stayed strong until Canada started to get a bit more personal... like what he'd said he did to D.C. My whole body was still sore from that. Sam had passed out about halfway through, which I supposed was merciful in a way, but all of us were so worried now. What if he was dead...?

"Sam," I whispered, shaking Virginia's limp foot. "Sam, wake up!" My brother made no spectacular movement or sound, but I could see the slight rise and fall of his chest. I felt tears well up in my eyes and I curled up next to his unconscious body, burying my face in his chest and sniffling softly. Sam was always so brave, it was almost hard to believe that he acted so quiet and dull sometimes. I grabbed the front of Virginia's shirt and bit my tongue to keep myself from sobbing as I couldn't hear his heartbeat.

"Patrick, is he okay?" Pennsylvania asked hoarsely, dragging himself over to the two of us, locks of his now shaggy white hair sticking to his forehead with blood. I shuddered and instinctively flinched when he tried to touch me. His expression softened and he apologized quietly before lying on Virginia's other side, resting his head on his limp shoulder.

"Do you think Alfred's going to save us?" I asked quietly, looking at him with big eyes. Ryan grimaced and shrugged, and I could have sworn he shook his head.

"I don't know. None of us know. Canada might not have told him how he can get us back... He definitely hasn't told him were we are, because if anything, he's not stupid. I hope he saves us," Ryan whispered, closing his crimson eyes as a single tear slipped down his bruised and battered cheek. I bit my lip and hesitated before reaching over Sam and grabbing Pennsylvania's hand, making his eyes widen in surprise.

"We'll get through this. I know we will," I whispered. I hoped with all my heart that I was right.