No, it was not fucking all right! He had come dribbling from his mouth, he was barely catching his breath, his arms were already hurting and this fucker wanted to leave him. He made a useless protest and tried to struggle but ever movement made it worse and he had to balance himself careful to avoid pulling.

He was going to leave him down here like this and go work? Fuck that. He shook his head. Or, at least, he tried to.