The first couple of jerks weren't quite enough to wake Raylan, though it did make his arm slide a little further across Malcolm before the sharper roll towards the end of the bed and the strap Raylan was laying on cut up into his skin.

"Malcolm," he said blearily, quickly shaking off the dust of sleep and pushing up onto his elbow to cup and slightly slap Malcolm's face, repeating his name a little more loudly. Raylan was sure it was hit and miss, waking Malcolm up, but he had to start somewhere. If he could wake Malcolm before it got real bad, that's what he wanted to do.