[When Dipper first reaches for him Stan flails like a goddamn fish, thinking that it's probably whoever threw him in here in the first place. Fortunately there isn't exactly a lot of room for him to do so, and he only has so much energy left in him with the amount of panic he's been writhing in, so Dipper will be able to untie him without getting kicked in the face. He'll have to hang on so that Stan doesn't try and push himself out of the trunk as soon as he has a couple of limbs free though.
It takes a bit, but. It does eventually become clear that whoever is there is helping and maybe he should let them. He's still breathing like he's drowning, but Dipper will be able to tug him out of the car, and he only stumbles a little.
They're sitting on the side of the road. Any kind of grounding is difficult in a memory where the details were already lacking, but there's warm sand under his palms. There's a wound in his side, but it isn't fresh anymore so it might as well not be there, aside from a dark rusty stain on his shirt and a hole to match.
Someone's in front of him.
Can you hear me? Hey-
Everything starts to focus a little, but then it hits him too fast and all of a sudden he's nauseous and too aware all at once. His voice shakes.]
Wh-Where'd those guys go? They're gonna put me ba-- fuck!
[He moves like he's going to get up and bolt, but he hisses when he moves wrong. He can't just sit here, he can't just sit here, but apparently all he can do is sit here like-- like a sitting duck!]
oh my god you would never (cw: minor emeto mention)
It takes a bit, but. It does eventually become clear that whoever is there is helping and maybe he should let them. He's still breathing like he's drowning, but Dipper will be able to tug him out of the car, and he only stumbles a little.
They're sitting on the side of the road. Any kind of grounding is difficult in a memory where the details were already lacking, but there's warm sand under his palms. There's a wound in his side, but it isn't fresh anymore so it might as well not be there, aside from a dark rusty stain on his shirt and a hole to match.
Someone's in front of him.
Can you hear me? Hey-
Everything starts to focus a little, but then it hits him too fast and all of a sudden he's nauseous and too aware all at once. His voice shakes.]
Wh-Where'd those guys go? They're gonna put me ba-- fuck!
[He moves like he's going to get up and bolt, but he hisses when he moves wrong. He can't just sit here, he can't just sit here, but apparently all he can do is sit here like-- like a sitting duck!]