She's definitely concussed, but Clarisse still manages to sound offended when she says, "No I don't," so she'll probably be fine. Abby has set her upright and by locking her knees she manages to stay that way without too much swaying in one direction or the other. Helps that Abby keeps hold of her by the arms so she can't really go anywhere.

Now that she's up she can see the blood all over Abby's face, smeared across her cheeks and still dripping over her top lip. "Oh, shit, Abs," Clarisse says, all the irritation in her voice replaced with sudden alarm, and lifts a hand like she could possibly wipe it clean herself. She stops with her fingers just touching the warm tackiness of Abby's cheek, and then it occurs to her that she should maybe figure out what's going on first.

It hurts to turn her head but she does it in time to see Lazar hauling Barrow up under his arms. Across the room, the open doorway and the door lying several feet away from it. The room looks a fucking mess. One of the beds at a weird angle, like someone knocked it out of place. There's a broken chair on the floor, big splinters scattered in every direction.

Clarisse blinks hard, like clearing her vision might force the scene to resolve itself into something that makes sense.

"The hell happened in here?"