"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.