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Feb. 25th, 2012 09:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
itwasjustified[ previously, or: the end of the end of the universe ]
Raylan's sense of direction has deserted him.
Sideways feels like down, and upright feels like sideways, and he is everything but prepared for his boots to meet a solid surface that isn't quaking or rumbling.
Partially sun-blind, he hip-checks a trash can, and winds up on all fours.
Once his elbows give, he's face-down in sweet-smelling green grass.
He'll get up in a minute.
Or five.
Raylan's sense of direction has deserted him.
Sideways feels like down, and upright feels like sideways, and he is everything but prepared for his boots to meet a solid surface that isn't quaking or rumbling.
Partially sun-blind, he hip-checks a trash can, and winds up on all fours.
Once his elbows give, he's face-down in sweet-smelling green grass.
He'll get up in a minute.
Or five.
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Date: 2012-02-27 08:39 pm (UTC)He really is.
But he's aching in so many places, even his hair hurts; his head may as well be full of stagnant water, with Bill's voice filtering through all blurred and echo-y; and the couch is so damn comfortable, he can't keep his eyes open.
He drifts, sailing far above a busy battlefield, with an endless supply of grenades and Diana's quiet encouragement in his ear. Somewhere, a beanpole cyclops in heels is singing.
"A mess, Bill," he mumbles. "Get in the Lost and — "
Found is on his tongue, but doesn't quite make it past his cracked lips before he gives in, sinking fast and hard.
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Date: 2012-02-27 11:00 pm (UTC)Bill realizes he's not going to get anything out of Raylan right now, and turns to Kate to try and figure out the situation.
They each try the closet door in the back, but neither of them finds Milliways on the other side.
With no help from the medical staff in the bar, they work on patching up Raylan as best they can.
He's beat up plenty, but nothing too serious that would require immediate medical attention, and the bandages he's already sporting are enough to show that he's been seen by someone already (presumably Doc, if that part of Raylan's mumbling was accurate).
It's a chore and a half, but Bill gets Raylan laid out on the bed in the guest room, and Kate sets to work cleaning and bandaging the wounds she can handle.
With the marshal resting comfortably, Bill reluctantly heads back to work; the uncertainty of what's going on in the bar, and just how Raylan ended up in Wheelsy, gnawing away at his mind.