The fact that Malcolm had gotten abducted had Raylan rolling over onto his back, mostly, kept at an angle by the favor of flesh alone.

"What did they do about it? Someone did something, right?" There was a clear, heavy expectation in his tone. The questions were enough for him to turn onto his back properly and push up onto his hands, wild hair and eyes just peeking above the edge of Malcolm's bed.

"How's surviving bleeding out make you more a killer?" He didn't understand that either.