Malcolm Bright

"Shit," Raylan swore, shifting his weight again, both for a better reach and to not hold down that strap that Malcolm was pulling against.. Not like he wasn't pulling at all of them. He wished he could just break into the nightmare and put down whoever was torturing Malcolm now, but people like him didn't spend time lamenting what they couldn't do.

Instead, he slapped at Malcolm's face a little harder. "MALCOLM, WAKE UP!" He wasn't shouting yet, but he'd definitely call it a commanding yell if forced to label it.

Thank god no one else lived in the building.