[His name pierces right through his pain and the roaring, pounding pulse in his ears. His name, shouted like that, in Scuti’s voice—no matter what, Shu would hear it. Even if he were deaf. Even if he were dead, probably. As she scrambles towards him, he stirs in her direction, drawing up one leg and biting back a groan. His skull throbs, throwing red and black across the inside of his eyelids. Shu carefully covers the place where his head cracked against something, keeps his other arm wrapped around his ribs, and wheezes out:]
I’m—I’m okay…
[The mud sticks gritty and clammy against his cheek. It still hurts to breathe. Hurt to move, too, so Shu stays where he is, opening only one eye to confirm Scuti’s presence at his side. Thank goodness. From what he can make out, she seems all right.]
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I’m—I’m okay…
[The mud sticks gritty and clammy against his cheek. It still hurts to breathe. Hurt to move, too, so Shu stays where he is, opening only one eye to confirm Scuti’s presence at his side. Thank goodness. From what he can make out, she seems all right.]
A…and you? Did you get it?