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He's shaking, there's blood down his fingers – four of the nails are gone, ripped off by Jagger's pair of pliers – and his eyes, darker than their norm, are glazed and out of focus.
'Guv?'
'M'alright,' he mutters, staring out blankly, like he isn't really there. 'Took your sweet time.'
Three hours, to the minute. 'Got us here as fast as I could. I... I'll drive you to hospital?'
'...sure I don't require an ambulance?'
'Wouldn't want to come over all Dorothy about it.'
Staring at Sam now, Gene's snorts as he laughs, and is very suddenly there. 'Just the once.'