Help me, please!

When Ethan heard keys jiggling at his cell door, he squeezed his eyelids even tighter, blocking his face with his arm.

"Ethan Rider! Get up!" An officer commanded.

"What do they want at this ungodly hour?" Ethan mumbled under his breath.

In annoyance, Ethan slowly lifted his head, looking toward the officer and seeing him push open the cell door.

"Get up," The officer said angrily again.

Saying nothing, Ethan sat on the bed and rubbed his face. His eyes were swollen from lack of sleep, and the pain in his shoulder, leg, and back was excruciating as well. But still, he forced himself to get up.

Standing up unsteadily, he walked over to the door, asking the officer when he reached him, "What now?"

"You are on bathroom cleaning duty." The officer said coldly, slapping cuffs on Ethan's wrist.

Too exhausted to argue, Ethan calmly followed him down the corridor to the far west of the building.

Finally, they arrived at the very end of the hall, and he uncuffed Ethan's hand before saying, "Ge