A passed-out Johnny was a deadweight; it took all Daniel's strength not to buckle under it. He managed to manoeuvre him to the sofa, half lying and half dropping him down onto it.
He grabbed at his hair as he paced, trying to figure out what to do next. He checked Johnny's pulse and checked he was breathing. "Johnny? Hey, John... Come on, wake up..." He wondered if he would need to call an ambulance.