"Thanks," Dylan calls back to him as he leads Merritt carefully, slowly towards the bathroom. When they reach it, he guides him over to the toilet, leaning away only briefly to put the lid down before he eases Merritt onto it.

"Sit," he orders belatedly, already moving to grab a couple of washcloths out of the linen closet. He runs one under the tap, warm water soaking into it, wrings it out, and passes it to Merritt. He repeats the process with the second and presses it under his own nose, mopping at the smear of blood there.