Curtis sprawls out the full length of the bed to completely block Edgar from the edge. After a second's hesitation, he grips the ladder and cranes his neck so he can stare all the way into Harry's bunk.

Not for long; in an echo of what he did to Edgar, one of the older men shoves him back with a hissed, move it!

Before he does, he catches a glimpse of Harry: eyes closed, mouth open, dried spittle at the corners of his lips.