"Davin?" Bailey breathes out, looking up at his friend from the corners of his eyes that are still somewhat coherent. He feels utterly grateful to have a friend right now; the pain spirals into an intensity bordering on unbearable. "Is that you?"
He keeps trying to keep himself steady, leaning on his elbows for support; against the pavement, he keeps slipping and cursing under his breath.
"Fuck, those guys just came out of nowhere," he wheezes. "I've got so much I have to do, ugh."
He winces as another bolt of pain sears through him.
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Date: 2014-10-21 12:52 am (UTC)He keeps trying to keep himself steady, leaning on his elbows for support; against the pavement, he keeps slipping and cursing under his breath.
"Fuck, those guys just came out of nowhere," he wheezes. "I've got so much I have to do, ugh."
He winces as another bolt of pain sears through him.