Lloyd started to shake his head, but the movement made everything he could see tilt crazily. His hold on Al suddenly became the only thing keeping him up, at least for a moment until the dizzy spell passed.

Maybe arguing wasn't such a good idea.

"...alright."

Drawing in a shaky breath, he carefully lowered himself into a chair. A weight on his leg reminded him that his flashlight was still in his pocket. Just as slowly he pulled it out and set it down to shine its light back toward the door to the main hallway. Then he unbuttoned the top of his jacket, baring his abused throat to Ed. Blood had smeared across his throat and bruises were starting to purple the skin, offering a gruesome, chilling sight. The punctures weren't deep, but unbandaged they still bled.

"How bad is it?"