Crap, his ribs were killing him. Myers was pretty sure some of them were cracked if not broken, and he thought vaguely that it might be a good idea to stop moving. Then again, they were underground, beneath a cemetery, and Liz had just died. Stopping didn't seem to be an option. Red was behind him, carrying Liz's body, her arms dangling limply, and Myers held tightly to the one remaining grenade belt. Hearing the loud roar of some unknown creature in the cavernous room they had just left, Red sighed and gently laid Liz down on the floor. Myers winced and carefully approached behind him.

"Take care of her," Red said softly, and Myers looked up at him. He nodded, held back another wince, bit his lip.

"Here," he said, tossing the grenade belt. He could barely suppress a cry at the movement, muttered out "Damn thing's broken," tried to smile at Red through watering eyes as he said something unintelligible.

"You going to be okay? Alone?" he asked, finally, wondering what he was asking since he was in no shape to help him anyway.

"Yeah. How big could it be-" A tentacle, huge and slimy, snapped out of nowhere, wrapping around Red and flinging him backwards and sending Myers into the wall. Myers gasped as he hit; if they weren't broken before, they definitely were now. And judging by the pain it caused to breathe, it was probably a fairly severe injury.

Dang, he just wanted to sit there and wait for things to ease up, for the pressure to lessen some, but Red had said he was okay, and Red had given him an assignment. He had to take care of Liz. He wasn't about to let Red down. Not now.

He wasn't sure how much time passed before Red came back but he knew that he had checked and rechecked for a breath, a pulse, some sign that Liz was still alive with nothing to show for it. Myers was starting to get nauseous, pain shooting from his ribs outward, and his head throbbed and made things fuzzy.

"No pulse, she's not breathing," he reported as Red walked in, and he hated himself for not being able to give him better news. Gently, he backed away and let Red in next to her, easing himself off the floor and using the wall as a brace to stand. Red was whispering in her ear and Myers felt like he was intruding on something private, so he shut his eyes. When he opened them, he was dizzy and nearly fell flat on his face; a quick grab for the wall and he regained his balance, mostly, and was able to see that Liz was somehow alive. And then Red was kissing her and she was on fire, and normally Myers would have felt at least some jealousy or sadness, but he was so numb from pain and bloodloss and exhaustion that he didn't even feel joy that she was alive.

A sudden burst of pain and he whimpered, a high, girly noise that he was embarrassed to have made. He hoped Red hadn't heard. The world started spinning dangerously, and Myers realized that he was going to lose it. He wanted to say something, but he was not going to interrupt this incredibly intimate moment, and he wasn't even sure he would have been able to voice anything at this point. More pain, and he let out a low groan, glad at least, that it was more masculine, but then he was suddenly on his knees and he wasn't sure how he got there and he thought maybe Red was saying his name but he couldn't really tell and then the ground rushed up to meet him and John Myers saw only black.