[Derek returned no less than half an hour later; he surveyed the room with his hands on his hips.
The orange one had fainted. Shit. Hoping to God it wasn't faking, he headed over, unlocked the shackles and caught the surprisingly light turtle before lowering him to the floor, on his side. Then he fetched a first aid kit and returned, drawing the chains through the loops and rethreading them to chain the thing's legs together instead. Making sure the gun was ready and loaded in his pocket, he took the keys and tossed them beyond the threshold of the door and knelt down to start treating the head wound.
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The orange one had fainted. Shit. Hoping to God it wasn't faking, he headed over, unlocked the shackles and caught the surprisingly light turtle before lowering him to the floor, on his side. Then he fetched a first aid kit and returned, drawing the chains through the loops and rethreading them to chain the thing's legs together instead. Making sure the gun was ready and loaded in his pocket, he took the keys and tossed them beyond the threshold of the door and knelt down to start treating the head wound.
That stupid asshole.]