*Husam can numbly feel himself being lifted, being touched, by some stranger. He doesn’t like it, but the most he can do is just tense and let whatever happens happen. By the time they get to the vehicles, he’s out cold. He wasn’t going to be any help in the upcoming fight anyway, the best thing to do right now is let the poor man get what little rest he can.*
-@prideful-khopesh
Someone puts a scraggly blanket over Husam. Jitterbug puts his hat on him so that he isn't bothered by the light.












