"I think it was crystal meth." Sam explained through his hoarse throat as he used his legs to try and push himself up a little but it was hard, with the angle of the cuffs. "I don't think he left the keys..." So he assumed Barty was going to have to pick his locks on those too. He licked his lips and took a very deep breath because he kept feeling like he couldn't get one.

"It's all under control, I just need these off and I will sort it."

Somehow. What the fuck was he supposed to do? His stomach rolled again and he clamped his eyes shut. "If you could undo them quick, I'd really appreciate it. I think I'm going to be sick and I want to avoid the bed."