“You don't have to do this,” Kieran rasped from where he laid on the cot, his hair sticking to his clammy forehead. “I— I'll manage on my own.”

A blatant lie, considering he could hardly walk three steps only an hour ago. It was a bit of a shame — he'd hardly been in the gang, and he was already sick.

… Well, it didn't help that he was tied to a tree for the first few weeks — turns out, that wasn't the best for your health.