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It's close to dawn by the time he wakes up, if the light is anything to go by. Dawn of which day he's not sure; the pounding in his head and the odd sense of disorientation signal that quite some time has passed, and he's not sure how much. He senses that he's been unconscious longer than the six or seven hours would have passed if this is dawn after the day he remembers.
He sits up painfully; bruises protest. Nothing too bad, not yet, though one shoulder is stiff and sore. His foot bumps a warm body, and he jumps, realising they must have brought Kellin back after he lost consciousness. He moves closer to Kellin, squinting in the dim pre-dawn light, and gasps when he gets close enough to see the damage.
The younger man is a mess; back burned, shoulders swollen and discoloured, torso and face bruised and cauterised wounds on his leg, arm and sides. He's still unconscious, possibly a mercy. Tye bites his lip, realising that he'll have to reposition Kellin's shoulders.
Kellin doesn't regain consciousness as Tye works, another small mercy. It's hard work with bound hands, but he manages to realign Kellin's shoulders, getting the joints back in place. Whether their captors will let them remain that way is another matter.
There's little else he can do for the younger man, other than keep their captors' attention on himself.
He sits up painfully; bruises protest. Nothing too bad, not yet, though one shoulder is stiff and sore. His foot bumps a warm body, and he jumps, realising they must have brought Kellin back after he lost consciousness. He moves closer to Kellin, squinting in the dim pre-dawn light, and gasps when he gets close enough to see the damage.
The younger man is a mess; back burned, shoulders swollen and discoloured, torso and face bruised and cauterised wounds on his leg, arm and sides. He's still unconscious, possibly a mercy. Tye bites his lip, realising that he'll have to reposition Kellin's shoulders.
Kellin doesn't regain consciousness as Tye works, another small mercy. It's hard work with bound hands, but he manages to realign Kellin's shoulders, getting the joints back in place. Whether their captors will let them remain that way is another matter.
There's little else he can do for the younger man, other than keep their captors' attention on himself.