"Nope," he answers, and that's all he's going to say on the matter. Even if he was feeling dizzy or sick, now isn't the time to be worrying about it.

Truth be told, though the adrenalin had killed off the buzz of alcohol that had been swilling in his veins, it's left a sluggish aftereffect. That damn graze of the bullet across his cheek sure didn't fucking help.

More importantly, though... "How 'bout you? You holdin' up okay?"