"This is a carrot on a stick," Gabe says suddenly, and he already feels better. Stronger. All it took was someone's presence and he couldn't taste anything, no, but he could feel.

He's not fully to himself, but he can sit up now with only a slight amount of wincing.

"You're just doing this to fuck with me. See how fast I run with it in front of me?"

He pauses, and, after just a short moment, brings his shaky self to stand, though he's leaning heavily on the wall. He looks Wells square in the eye.

"You just mash yourself against the wall until you come back out the other side?"