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[lastgunslinger]

Argument.

Five. Then Desmond died.

Then there were four.

Two days later Jamie DeCurry was killed by sniperfire.

Now Alain was screaming.

Roland stands at the cavemouth on Jericho Hill. His eyes are wide with horror.

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[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Right here. You're hurt. I'm gonna come forward a bit more an' help--I don't feel it like you do.

[lastgunslinger]

It hurts, yes. Like a motherfucker. His shirt is sticking to his back, though whether it's with his blood or someone else's he can't tell. No. Tell me what to do and I'll do it.

Right now giving up control is the last thing Roland wants to do.

[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Joe does it anyway, lending him strength and making the pain more distant. Nothing Roland can do about it. His eyes swirl, and keep on swirling, from identical eyes to identical eyes, halfway between.

Find the card. Put it somewhere where it'll be safe until you need it. Then... shit, remember to use it.

Joe is privately worried about the wound, and the sounds of people hunting outside the cave.

[lastgunslinger]

It's dark inside the cave, but Roland's eyes are good...when they're his.

He doesn't want to do this. Knows he has to. If Blondie wasn't taking some of the pain away he probably couldn't do it, but now he crawls around the floor, casting around for the card.

It takes a moment, but he finds it. It takes longer for him to struggle back to his feet. I'm putting it in my grow-bag.

And he moves back to the back of the cave, where his gunna is stored. He drops it in, cinches the bag shut, and puts the grow-bag in his pocket.

[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Nothing happens.

And inside Roland's head, Joe facepalms.

I gotta tell you the password, too. It's unknown. The word.

From behind them, there is the gentle but undeniable click of a lock opening.

[lastgunslinger]

And Roland wants to respond, but apparently there's more blood loss than he thought, and suddenly there's much more pain than before --

-- and he's falling, falling backwards, and his back hits some disgustingly solid wood and he screams because the pain's even worse now and then the wood gives -- and he's -- they're -- through the door.