"IRA! IRA? YOU HERE, MATE?" Ed yelled yet again, wandering round the cells and trying to find his friend. Turning a corner, he nearly smacked into some kid so he reached out with his good arm and caught a hold of the guy to steady them both. "Steady on there, mate," he said, before looking closer.
"...You alright?" he asked. Ed knew he must have looked like shit, he'd had a couple of nosebleeds and was chasing off the dregs of a headache, but the kid looked terrible.