Sick as he was himself, Scar's reflexes weren't sharp enough to catch poor Frank as his leg caved once again, smacking against the stair.

"Alright." His eyes were wide as he watched the other man, unsure of what to do. He heeded Frank's request immediately, though, easing him into a seated position on the stairs.

But it wasn't safe to stop here.

"Are you simply dizzy? Or is there something wrong with your legs?" Scar shone his light on Frank's legs.