[ Just to get him to the stalls, his captors had needed to knock Wash out. He'd refused to go anywhere with anyone without a fight, so they had resorted to simply giving him a good hit to the back of his head. By the time he's actually shoved into the stall though, he's starting to come round. He's disoriented as hell and now has a throbbing headache, but it still doesn't take him long to remember what's happened. Of course, once he's focused enough to fight back again, it's too late to make any escape. There's a heavy boot that slams into the middle of his back, dropping him to the floor of the stall, and the door is shut and locked behind him.
Though he's been resisting showing any sign of weakness, he can't quite silence the grunt that escapes him as he shifts, working to shove himself upright. His rib is still broken and tender after his run-in with Tex at the end of last month, the fight with the Caducans that soon followed only exacerbating it. And now he's right back in a situation where giving it time to heal doesn't seem to be an option. That paired with his aching head and the fresh bootprint in his back make moving at all fun.
Eventually, Wash gets himself sat up, propped against one of the walls of the stall, and that's when his gaze finally comes to a proper rest on the other body in there with him. Familiar, if vaguely so. A face he's seen around the Moira and on the network, but only actually spoken with once. ...Steve, he thinks. Well, at least he's not the only one from the ship who somehow ended up here. Exhaling and wrapping one arm over his sore torso, Wash reaches a leg out and nudges the other man with his foot. Mostly he's checking for any sign of life, but if it garners any results beyond that, that's acceptable, too. ]
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Though he's been resisting showing any sign of weakness, he can't quite silence the grunt that escapes him as he shifts, working to shove himself upright. His rib is still broken and tender after his run-in with Tex at the end of last month, the fight with the Caducans that soon followed only exacerbating it. And now he's right back in a situation where giving it time to heal doesn't seem to be an option. That paired with his aching head and the fresh bootprint in his back make moving at all fun.
Eventually, Wash gets himself sat up, propped against one of the walls of the stall, and that's when his gaze finally comes to a proper rest on the other body in there with him. Familiar, if vaguely so. A face he's seen around the Moira and on the network, but only actually spoken with once. ...Steve, he thinks. Well, at least he's not the only one from the ship who somehow ended up here. Exhaling and wrapping one arm over his sore torso, Wash reaches a leg out and nudges the other man with his foot. Mostly he's checking for any sign of life, but if it garners any results beyond that, that's acceptable, too. ]