Breathing fucking hurts, but it grounds him. He hurts because he got hit. He got hit because he was protecting Casey. He was protecting Casey because they're in a fight-
His eyes snap open, looking past the blaring red readouts on his HUD - yeah, his vitals are fucked and he's bleeding from several dozen different places; must be Tuesday - to the layout of the room. Casey, on his feet. One thug down, probably dead. Two more unhurt, advancing. This is not an even fight. He needs to do something.
His gun is just beyond his fingertips - he must have dropped it when he landed. For now, it's all he can do to struggle to reach it.
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Breathe.
Keep breathing.
Breathing fucking hurts, but it grounds him. He hurts because he got hit. He got hit because he was protecting Casey. He was protecting Casey because they're in a fight-
His eyes snap open, looking past the blaring red readouts on his HUD - yeah, his vitals are fucked and he's bleeding from several dozen different places; must be Tuesday - to the layout of the room. Casey, on his feet. One thug down, probably dead. Two more unhurt, advancing. This is not an even fight. He needs to do something.
His gun is just beyond his fingertips - he must have dropped it when he landed. For now, it's all he can do to struggle to reach it.