Okay, that didn't exactly work out the way I planned :D I got one vote for the first version and one for the second..but still thanks to TheArchivist613 and SJ for their participation.
So now I'll just go with the version I liked a bit better, I hope you like it (It's got more Boyd and Raylan than the other)
Boyd returned to the living-room and found Raylan lying there on the couch. He looked very miserable but it was definitely time to get him out of this place and disappear before the Marshalls showed up. They better didn't find their colleague in this condition. Boyd had only called the ambulance without mentioning his name. He'd also told them that he'd heard shots fired in the house. The marshalls would find out soon enough what had happened.
"C'mon, let's leave this place." Raylan blinked up to him looking confused.
"Where to? Told ya I wanna wait 'till Rachel and Art show up."
"There's no time. We'll take you to Ava's place, she can stitch you up." Ava had in fact some knowledge about treating drug-abusers. Some of her girls had taken ODs on several occasions, sometimes by accident but also sometimes on purpose. They had a medical kit at home which should do the trick. Now he only had to get Raylan home and that fast before the ambulance arrived. He was certain that Raylan's boss would be able to connect the dots if he found his marshall drugged with Oxy and in the presence of Boyd. He'd of course start to search for Raylan but hopefully not think of Boyd first. It was a shame that he had to scowl the boy into silence by scaring and threatening him but that way he wouldn't tell the marshalls about Boyd's presence in the house - hopefully.
"I'm not gonna go with you Boyd. The others will be looking for me. You just wanna cover up your involvement in this."
"I wanna help you. Can you walk?"
"Maybe...but I'm not coming with you." Boyd knew that Raylan was being serious but also realized that he wasn't really in a condition to protest. So he just grabbed him by the shoulders, which felt very warm and moist and violently pulled him up.
„Stop it!" Raylan complained and tried to free himself but he was not strong enough in this situation. Boyd tried to push him towards the door but it wasn't easy. Raylan was still a tall and heavy man and he really tried to get rid of Boyd's arms.
"Listen, I don't want to hurt you..." muttered Boyd. Maybe he should have had Raylan cuffed instead of Bell. He finally managed to get him out the door and into the warm early evening.
"Wait a minute..." Raylan suddenly dropped to the floor, onto his knees and hands and threw up again. If one could call it that since it wasn't really much more than spitting and coughing. Boyd remained by his side and carefully watched the surroundings. No soul was out on the street and he couldn't hear the sound of sirens yet. But they were running out of time. He glanced down at Raylan again. The last attack seemed to have put him over the edge. Sweat was glistening on his forehead and he was breathing heavily.
"Come on, we'll get you some help!" Boyd had to admit that he was a little worried about his old friend. Maybe he should let Ava know what happened so that she could prepare everything. Good thing about Raylan's state was that he'd stopped resisting him. He could barely walk alone and Boyd had to support him but somehow they made it to the truck waiting by the side of the road. Raylan didn't say a word, not even when Boyd helped him climb on the passenger seat, just groaned sometimes. He then remained motionless with his eyes closed as Boyd quickly started the engine and drove back on the road.
He was just turning in the main-street again when he suddenly heard loud sirens and had to stir the car to the very right side of the street to not collide with the ambulance van that passed them at high speed.
Boyd brought the truck back on the street again and searched his pockets for his cellphone to call Ava.
"Hey babe, what's taking you so long? I'll have dinner ready in some minutes." she said.
"Well, there is a problem...I need you to prepare one of your Oxy OD-kits."
"Why? What happened?" she sounded alarmed and worried. Boyd explained everything as briefly as he could. After that she didn't say a word for some seconds. "Raylan? What was he doing there?"
"I only know the very broad context...but that's not really important now, is it?"
"And he was given our Oxy?"
"Most propably. You understand now why I couldn't leave him there for the marshalls?" She sighed. Boyd could actually picture her in that moment, brushing back a strand of her beautiful hair, her brow a little furrowed.
"Yes, I see. When will you be here?"
"45 minutes, more or less. See you then." he hung up and looked at Raylan again. He still hadn't moved nor opened his eyes. "Raylan? Are you still with me?" he asked carefully.
"Uhum. But everything...just won't stop spinning around..." he muttered.
"You'll feel better soon, Ava will know what to do."
"She ain't a nurse, Boyd..."
"Just tell me when you have to throw up or sometin"
It was already getting dark when he pulled up the car in front of his and Ava's home. "Almost there..." he encouraged Raylan as they stepped out the car. Boyd had to almost carry him towards the house and onto the porch, Raylan's legs didn't seem to work any longer. Boyd knocked on the door and Ava opened up immediately. It was as if she'd waited for them sitting right next to the door. She quickly hugged him and he gave her a tender kiss. Then she turned towards her patient.
"How bad is it?" she asked. Raylan was leaning against the doorframe now, head low and eyes barely open.
"You tell me..."
"Hey Ava..." Raylan whispered.
"Hey. We should get him in and to the guests room..." They somehow managed to get Raylan up the stairs to the small bedroom in which Boyd used to sleep before he started sharing the bed with Ava.
She already had everything prepared there with a bag of saline solution and some needles.
"Lay down there." instructed Ava and he collapsed on the bed. "Please hold still..." Boyd oberserved how she attached a drain tube to the saline solution and picked up a needle. "I need more light..." she then realized and Boyd quickly switched on all lights in the room.
"You sure you know what you're doing?" slurred Raylan who was laying on his back now blinking up to them. Ava decided to ignore that.
"Can you make a fist? I need to find a vein."
"You're gonna get me killed..." muttered Raylan but made a fist with the right hand. She attached the tube to the crook of his arm and tied the bag to the curtain-rod over the window because they were lacking a professional hospital rack for it.
"You shouldn't move too much or the thing may fall down, understood?" Raylan nodded, then made a grimace and closed his eyes again. „You'll propably feel better in the morning. I'm gonna give you something to help you sleep." Raylan didn't raise any objections and Boyd exchanged a look with his girl. He really didn't look good with beads of sweat running down his pale face. Ava came closer and pulled Boyd out on the corridor.
"This is bad, Boyd. Worse than I've ever experienced. I think you should've better taken him to a hospital." she said. "I'm not sure whether only the saline solution's gonna work out this time."
"The doctors would soon find out who he is and call the marshalls." objected Boyd.
"Yes, maybe. But I don't wanna be responsible for the death of a marshal. And this is Raylan we're talking about."
"Alright, alright. Maybe we wait say one or two hours and if it gets worse I'll call an ambulance." suggested Boyd. Ava didn't look satisfied but she nodded slowly.
"I'll go get him something to sleep, maybe it will help."
They did everything they could for Raylan. Boyd helped him out of the boots and the sweaty jeans and shirt while Ava brought the medicine. He searched the jeans' pockets for Raylans cellphone but realized that Bell must have already taken it. Boyd had to make sure that Raylan wouldn't call his colleagues during the night. After that he got a cold, wet towel which he placed on Raylan's hot forehead. Then they waited sitting on the other side of the bed speaking to him with calming words until his breathing got slower and more regular again and he fell asleep.
"Let's get something to eat, we'll check up on him again after that..." whispered Ava then and they went down to the kitchen where a delicious meal was already waiting.
