"You don't need last words." Raylan wasn't going to repeat himself, wasn't going to promise again that Neal would be fine - he had no fucking idea, did he? Not really. But he had to say something as he and his tightly pinched face watched Neal drifted off and goes slack.

That was for the best, he thought. Between the pain and the trauma of being stabbed by your best friend, sleep would be a good escape for the man and would keep him stiller than anything else. Raylan took a deep breath and tugged the blanket up a little further over Neal. He needed cleaned up and moved off the floor but it was summer so it wasn't too cold down there.

Meanwhile, Raylan could move over to the pile of plate and start picking up the biggest shards to throw away until he was needed again. There was plenty to do.