*
“JESUS CHRIST!” Leslie yelled as we hobbled into the living room with Blake dangling on our arms. “What the hell happened to you guys?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Damian groaned. “Just get him on the couch first and then you can ask all the ridiculous questions you want.”
She rushed to our side, and as she helped to get Blake off my shoulder and onto the couch, relief flooded over me. He weighed like a ton of bricks, and it didn’t help that he kept moaning and coughing right next to my ear. He was like a giant baby who was knocked out cold, and I was all too happy to see him go.
“Thank God!” I exclaimed once he was off me, and I dropped into the nearest chair with a groan while Damian and Leslie threw him onto the couch. Except for a soft moan and a slight twitching of his lips, he remained unco
