"Ow." Roman moaned as he opened his eyes and squinted at Victor, not sure what was going on right now because everything was kind of weird and off. Like being on some very expensive drugs - Kind of felt nice and floaty, even if the pain was still sort of there, in his side, hard to ignore. "The fucker shot me..."

Galavan fucking shot him! What the fuck? He lay there for a while just processing it, remember Jerome's laughter and fucking Barbara stepping over him. So much for loyalty. Bunch of dumb fucks.

Looking at Victor, he pouted in a ridiculous way, seeming wholly annoyed by such an affront to himself. "Vic, he shot me."