Garret noticed that his offer fell on deaf ears, and knowing that he lacked the energy to argue he decided to ignore it, resting his head on the side of the cruiser door he waited, hoping the pill had begun its way into his bloodstream. Every heartbeat was like a pounded his the inside of his skull like a drum, and every breath shook his body. He closed his eyes, hoping that he wouldn't bleed to death before the pill kicked in. It wasn't a "cure all" pill, infact all it did was increase the chances of his blood clotting to the point that it was almost normal. And, even if his cuts healed he very well could have internal bleeding, in which case this could very well be the end.

Garret hadn't even noticed when Roland had left, but Garret opened his eyes when he stuck his head down into the cruiser, giving him a once over. "Stay here a moment, rest for just a bit, the wounds do not look bad and it appears to be clotting up," Roland said, affirming that Garret's pill had already taken affect. With this, all Garret could do was rest his head back. Letting a little chuckle escape his throat, he knew his luck had yet to run out. He would live. There'd be no internal bleeding and his luck would hold out once more. Garret let his eyes droop closed just as Roland had requested, and began to let his consciousness slip.

Garret awoke at the feeling of his arm being raised as gauze was wrapped being pulled around it. He looked over at Roland, gratitude etched into his eyes. [i]Is he doing this out of thanks, or is he a genuine good person?[/i] Garret looked at him up and down as drowsiness began to slip back into his mind. [i]Well, it doesn't matter either way, does it? We all have our own reasons for doing the things we do.[/i] 

He began to nod off, but stopped himself as Roland began to speak, and managed to stay awake throughout his speech, and when he was done Garret shifted his eyes around the car. His backpack was fine, and his sledge hammer had shifted itself around the car over to the back. There, that was all he needed. Now that he'd found everything he needed he would milk the rest of his four minutes to get as much sleep as possible, he felt weak, tired, and out of breath. When he awoke he'd be surprised if he could walk, but the Garret of now didn't need to worry about that. That'd be for the Garret of later. He heard a man ask him something, but Garret's mind already began to slip, easing him into sleep.