"Well we don't have a minute," Scar grumbled, following Frank as he pushed away only to end up leaning heavily against the wall. Why did he have to be so damn stubborn? Was there an ounce of logic in Frank's head? He was visibly shaking on his feet!

Scar stood beside the other man, reaching around his back with one hand and using his other to pull Frank's near arm around his shoulders. He would ignore whatever protest his companion made. If he wanted to actually be of some help to his roommate, he wasn't going to be able to get there in time on his own. Scar supported a good deal of Frank's weight easily, glancing sideways at him. If he had to carry him up the stairs, he would.