[eventually, the prairie dog will spot the stray; he shambles out considerably slower than how he went in, face extremely pale, even sicker looking with the bright new bandages on]
[his heart still feels like it's beating too fast, and he twitches roughly and looks at the sun as if he'd somehow forgotten about it, drawing his hat lower]
[the car door is yanked open without preamble, and he sits down with sneakers up on that nice, new seat, making it creak with small, almost unnoticeable tremors]
[it's a rough mutter]
...Go, already.
[before he puts both hands behind his head, elbows resting on his knees and squeezing in, creating a cage of his own limbs to sit in and try to breathe]
Re: action
[his heart still feels like it's beating too fast, and he twitches roughly and looks at the sun as if he'd somehow forgotten about it, drawing his hat lower]
[the car door is yanked open without preamble, and he sits down with sneakers up on that nice, new seat, making it creak with small, almost unnoticeable tremors]
[it's a rough mutter]
...Go, already.
[before he puts both hands behind his head, elbows resting on his knees and squeezing in, creating a cage of his own limbs to sit in and try to breathe]