[ Spock has no choice but to accept "Roger's" assistance to limp inside. He takes in the gaudy restaurant front with dazed curiosity, but does not have it in him to comment at the moment. He allows himself to be hauled up stairs to the rooms above the restaurant. By the time "Roger" returns from seeing to the car, he has managed to drag himself to a beat up couch and collapse across it. Every burdened breath has him breathing in the smell of grease and cooking meat. A trail of blood marks his path from the curb to his pile of limbs on the couch. ]
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