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[lastgunslinger]

There's pain, and lots of it. Roland is vaguely aware of being carried up the stairs. Ted's breathing is strained.

Roland is placed on the bed. He can't hide a wince. He doesn't really try.

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[mr-brautigan.livejournal.com]

"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."

[boy-not-lost.livejournal.com]

"Say thankya big-big, Ted."

[mr-brautigan.livejournal.com]

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."

[boy-not-lost.livejournal.com]

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

[mr-brautigan.livejournal.com]

"I would," he says. "Need reading material, if I'm going to be here."

Ted eases Roland back down. Then he reaches for a length of sheet, dips it into the warm, soapy water, and begins to tend Roland's wounds.

It takes a while.