[Len is biting down hard on a mouthful of cloth, and pressing more to both sides of his head. there were no bandages readily available, at least none that he can find - ultimately he'd had to press the thin bedsheet into service, ripping it up into rags to staunch the bleeding. The one thing he remembers from his disastrous failure at saving the drone woman is pressure, everyone told him to apply pressure, and so he's doing that. He's doing that as hard as he can.

While he's doing that, he's also searching for some kind of exit. But what he finds instead is Karkat.

The troll is unfamiliar to him. The troll's species is unfamiliar to him, for that matter. But those are trifling concerns next to the glowing hot shackles around his wrists.

Len rushes to Karkat's side, letting the rags over his removed ears fall away. The bleeding there wasn't so severe, anyway.

Something, something... there has to be something he can use to get these shackles off.]