Torvald was out cold for around forty seconds or so before he started and awoke sharply, confused for a moment, unsure of what was going on. Then, he remembered. Oh fuck. Had he passed out?

"Tyko?--"

The drummer held onto the Finn and tried to stay awake, forcing himself to do so. Perhaps talking would help keep him from passing out because it was rather frightening. The pain in his arm was getting worse too.