Finally, all the omegas were cleared out of this horror room, and Andrew and the police could begin trying to get Nicole out of this place. It seemed as if on an instinctual level, Nicole knew that the omegas weren't in the rooms anymore. She was more aware, still shaking, but it appeared as if she was breathing easier.
Andrew didn't know how she could be given how rancid the rooms smelled, but he was glad that she was feeling better. It meant that he was able to help her to her feet, hold her upright as she tried to hobble out of the room.
She reacted terribly when someone else tried to help her walk, or tried to help her in general. Andrew's hands were covered in bitemarks. He'd at some point smartened up and began to offer her his more protected arms, but the damage was done. He was going to get a lecture from Maxwell about it later, but that was for a different Andrew.
Right now, he was protecting his younger sister.
