Back in the med tent, Barrett was beginning to wake up. He groaned miserably, as the hangover from hell hit him… which was odd, because he couldn’t recall drinking that much.
“… bleedin’ ‘ell fire.” He complained, reaching for his sore head.
Shepherd had fallen asleep resting his head on Jericho’s cot. He appeared to be holding the racer’s hand, and was completely oblivious to whatever was going on outside.