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[kingshit_lloyd]

Flagg was out, and Lloyd wanted, more than anything, to go to sleep himself. It seemed like he was halfway there already when Kojak interfered. Lloyd looked up, squinting with dazed confusion.

What's the matter, Lassie? Timmy fall down the fuckin' well again?

He blinked. Tried to get his vision to refocus.

Oh. ShitHe started to push himself up

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[intrinsicworth]

Glen yelled hoarsely as Lloyd ripped the tape off of his mouth. Fast or slow, it hurt like the devil, and the second strip was worse than the first. He coughed and drew in a grateful full breath.

Shaking his head he said dryly, "Miraculously I haven't been stabbed nor shot. Today I think I'm coming out ahead." As if to give a lie to his words though, when Lloyd managed to release the strap around his neck and then around his chest he winced, and when his hands were free the crept up to rub there gently.

After a moment he looked at Lloyd, taking in his white face. "Lloyd," he said carefully and then stopped. He'd been about to ask the man if he was going to faint, but he waited as Lloyd fumbled with the rest of the straps.

[kingshit_lloyd]

It took Lloyd a couple of minutes to get him free. It was easier to focus on the straps; for a little while, it was the only thing that occupied Lloyd's mind, and that was probably for the best.

"Yeah, I think you got the top score all right," he mumbled, but his smile looked more like a crooked, involuntary muscle twitch. "You and Kojak, anyway." He thought he remembered the wolf cry out in pain, but Kojak didn't look much worse for wear, so it couldn’t have been really bad. He hoped.

There was a short stretch of silence. "My head kind of hurts," Lloyd said, glancing at Glen, then immediately felt dumb for saying it. Of course it hurt. Only it felt like it was just now starting to really catch up with him. "And I'm real tired, Glen," he muttered. It felt like the kiddie glue that had been holding him together was finally coming apart.

[intrinsicworth]

Glen slowly sat up, swung his legs over the side, and sat there for a moment, his own head swimming as the blood rushed He didn't try to surpress the groan as he moved and tried to get his body into working order again. Miles to go before I sleep he thought faintly.

He was deadly tired too, but being the unpredicted winner of the night's injury tally, he had to get moving.

"You have to stay awake," Glen said promptly, speaking as much to himself as to Lloyd. "I can't handle you both, and it all starts over again if he gets himself up," he added, his tone sharper than he'd intended it.

[kingshit_lloyd]

"Yeah, yeah, I'm not gonna -- I just--" But his voice was just short of cracking and Lloyd had to shut his eyes and force himself to just breathe, for a while. He didn't think Flagg would start anything anytime soon, but Glen was right -- passing out was a really shitty idea. No matter how much he wanted everything to just magically sort itself out, he knew it wasn't quite over yet, and he had to keep himself together. It was easier, with Glen there. The guy was a fucking rock. "I'm okay," he said, not caring how big a lie that was. "We should patch 'im up."

[intrinsicworth]

"You first," Glen said, and while there was a little pleasure in the thought of leaving Flagg as he was a little while longer, there was a practicality in getting Lloyd sorted out. "Is it just your hand?" Glen asked uncertainly. He hadn't been able to see everything in the dark, but he thought that might have been the worst of it.