Prompt: lounge
"Terminal Delirium"
"Wake up, Tony. Wake up." McGee nudged weakly at Tony's shoulder. The handcuffs that connected their wrists rattled. "...No lounging on the job."
Tony had stopped talking a while ago, and this new silence had only come after a string of nonsensical mumblings. But, kneeling steadfastly at his side, McGee kept attempting to wake him.
The loneliness of their prison pressed upon them like the surrounding stench of piss and vomit. "Tony," McGee cajoled.
Finally, exhausted and dizzy, McGee awkwardly lay down on the hard floor. He pressed his head against the warmth of Tony's side. "You gotta wake up."