lastgunslinger

Ted, still bearing Roland, stumbles in the door, makes it over to the bed, and puts down the gunslinger as gently as he can. "We need hot water, and soap. I imagine they're in the bathroom..." His voice trails off. Can he command a gunslinger to do these things?

He looks at Jake. He's tired. So tired.

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To Jake it is not a command, and especially not from Ted.

He nods and goes into the bathroom, emerging with a bucket of soapy water.

"Sheets for bandages?"

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Ted nods. He's busy trying to get Roland's shor'boots off as gently as he can. "If you can find where the extras are, that'll be good -- I don't want to have to move him any more than I absolutely have to."

To Roland: "Roland? Are you awake?"

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"Yar." But the world's getting...darker. "Jake."

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Jake comes back, setting the sheets on the floor and kneeling to begin shredding them.

His eyes are on Roland, however.

"I am here."

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"Closer. I would look at you, while I can." Pause. "Gunslinger."

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A ghost of that angelic smile.

He moves closer, using one of the strips to wipe some of the blood away from Roland's face.

"Do you see me?"

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"Very well," says Roland. He's smiling, a little bit. As much as he can. "It was well done, Jake."

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"Yeah, it was." And the smile grows a little bit more. Almost as if he's trying it on for size.

He swipes a final time at his cheek and then pulls away, hand resting on Roland's arm.

"Rest now."

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And Roland sighs, a bit, and finally gives into sleep. Away from one of the Seven's realms, and into another.

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Ted, who has been watching this exchange silently, pulls off Roland's other shor'boot.

He clears his throat and says quietly, "We'll need more bandages than that, Jake."

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Jake looks back at Ted for a moment and nods again, the smile fading a little as he bends his head to the task. Simple. Soothing.

After a moment. "I am glad you were there."

Then silence.

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"So am I," he says.

And that's all he says.

Ted turns his attention to getting Roland's shirt off without interfering too much with his hurts.

After a moment, he says, "I left a message for Rosalita, telling her I'd be here for a week or so."

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"Say thankya big-big, Ted."

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A pause.

"I don't suppose there's a lending library, here?"

He's gotten the shirt off as best he can. Gently, he eases Roland's upper body off of the bed. "Grab that quick, Jake, if you would."

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"Not that I know of. I have a few books if you would care to look at them," he says, supporting Roland.

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