“It’s like… a big, bloody pancake thing,” Fischer noted, unhelpfully. Cam grunted something, and his eyes rolled back in his head. “Fuck, he’s going down!” Faris was behind him in a flash, holding Cam up just enough to soften his fall. “Yep. He’s out cold,” Baby Fang observed casually. “Was it the puke or the placenta, do ya think?”
