[ Sheppard marvels, in his half-dazed and nearly dead state at how effortlessly he multitasks, and clears the way for their progress to Lorne's quarters. Even as they make good progress, John's steps are slowing, and his weight is less obviously held up by his own feet. His breathing is heavy and ragged.
Thankfully, they get to the other man's quarters, he groans as he's sat down, and let's go of where he's applying pressure to the wound himself, to undo his tac vest. It clatters to the floor, and he makes a choked back sound of pain as he reapplies the pressure. ]
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Thankfully, they get to the other man's quarters, he groans as he's sat down, and let's go of where he's applying pressure to the wound himself, to undo his tac vest. It clatters to the floor, and he makes a choked back sound of pain as he reapplies the pressure. ]
Your room was a good idea.