Damian: he scratched at the ground, the hands seemed to dislike being in the light, they moved back as the bed was lifted and the light flooded the once dark floor. He cleared to get out still having trouble due to his injuries.

Ariv: "Are you alright, luv?" Ariv asked in a soft voice, tilting his head head. "You're acting awfully strange..."

George: George shifted his grip, holding the bed with one hand as it slipped slightly. George extended his now free hand awkwardly towards Damian. "Grab. My. Hand."

Alastor: he nodded his head again bringing his hand up to his head to steady himself. The room slowly was spinning around him. "Yes... tired... I think."

Damian: he grabbed onto George's hand for dear life, his nails digging into his skin. He didn't want to go back there, ever. That's where they were trying to take him.

Ariv: Ariv frowned, his expression turning worried before taking the glass from him and placing it on the wooden coffee table. "Let's sit you down before you collapse," Ariv whispered in a weak voice. "Please?"

George: George bit his lip, adjusting his grip on the bed. "Come on dude...! You gotta move!" George pleaded, trying the best to move Damian with his arm.

Alastor: he sighed nodding once again. His eyes were half lidded and his pupils were dilated. He looked around not knowing where a seat was, he couldn't see very far for some strange reason.