The idea of actually getting up and being in motion to escape and leave everything even more behind them was not one he could focus on right now. He was barely keeping himself in the game as it was, especially now that his bladder wasn't screaming at him and he'd actually wet his mouth and lips with water. The idea of packing up or even going through to assess their supplies was sickening, and he'd rather sit here pretending he had something to give than actually give it. He was hurting and tired still, fatigue from blood loss dragging at him.
He hummed at Gabe's claim, but he would have liked to point out that he wasn't currently sucking on oxygen to help promote breathing. "I imagine you have to freshen up at some point," he remarked, aware that bodily needs and maybe obtaining more water would be helpful for them both. He'd consider helping to shove Gabe out of bed in a little while, not now.
He glanced down at the energy bar, aware he should eat but delaying for no other reason than he figured biting and chewing was going to hurt his stitched up face a lot. It was already a mess with old dried blood which had thankfully stopped in the night. His wounds and him had come to an unhappy truce, and he was too sore to really want to put in the effort to eat when he had already managed to walk. He needed the calories though. It was a dilemma.
"Yeah... we are going to finish out those drugs in no time," he muttered, shaking his head a little. That was a mistake because it reminded him that his head hurt. He closed his eyes.
And then abruptly opened them again at Gabe's observation, even if he had known it too. It was the importance that fatigue had masked for him, but now that it was pointed out, it was glaringly obvious. "Shit..." he muttered, looking over at Reyes next to him and then shifting over so he could lay down again but this time rest his face in Gabe's lap. "I think whoever planned and executed this deemed it possible we would survive and try to dig out and they wanted to make certain we were dead no matter the condition we crawled out from. His position was perfect, so I suspect... there might have been others. Someone really wants us dead."
He doubted it would be the first time, but they had almost succeeded. His shoulder throbbed in reminder of that bullet he had taken.
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Date: 2019-05-15 01:36 pm (UTC)He hummed at Gabe's claim, but he would have liked to point out that he wasn't currently sucking on oxygen to help promote breathing. "I imagine you have to freshen up at some point," he remarked, aware that bodily needs and maybe obtaining more water would be helpful for them both. He'd consider helping to shove Gabe out of bed in a little while, not now.
He glanced down at the energy bar, aware he should eat but delaying for no other reason than he figured biting and chewing was going to hurt his stitched up face a lot. It was already a mess with old dried blood which had thankfully stopped in the night. His wounds and him had come to an unhappy truce, and he was too sore to really want to put in the effort to eat when he had already managed to walk. He needed the calories though. It was a dilemma.
"Yeah... we are going to finish out those drugs in no time," he muttered, shaking his head a little. That was a mistake because it reminded him that his head hurt. He closed his eyes.
And then abruptly opened them again at Gabe's observation, even if he had known it too. It was the importance that fatigue had masked for him, but now that it was pointed out, it was glaringly obvious. "Shit..." he muttered, looking over at Reyes next to him and then shifting over so he could lay down again but this time rest his face in Gabe's lap. "I think whoever planned and executed this deemed it possible we would survive and try to dig out and they wanted to make certain we were dead no matter the condition we crawled out from. His position was perfect, so I suspect... there might have been others. Someone really wants us dead."
He doubted it would be the first time, but they had almost succeeded. His shoulder throbbed in reminder of that bullet he had taken.