Fuck. He hadn't thought- Gladio's eyes tracked the swing of the needle before another bubble of anger rose and threatened to burst into a blind rage, but the horror and his worry barely kept it in check. What had they been doing to Prompto!? What was that stuff!?

"Every day is leg day," Gladio murmurs, more just to keep Prompto talking than anything else. It was so easy to hold up that thin body, too damn thin for his liking, but to feel Prompto fight to get up to his feet made his heart swell and his chest tighten. Kid is all heart, always trying to keep going. "I gotcha. I gotcha."

When Prompto is completely free, he knows it might be a slight against Prompto's pride, but he doesn't give a shit. Not when the blond looks a step from death's door. He reaches down and scoops Prompto up like a bride, holding the younger man to his chest. "Ardyn." He knows who it has to be. If he ever sees that man again... he would tear him apart with his bare hands before this.

Now he wants to see him suffer. "Just hang on. Just- I know somewhere we can hide for a while." He hopes he can remember the way back to one of those damn bunk rooms because right now, Prompto needs somewhere safe. They need to find Noct and Iggy.

He needs to protect all of them.