[He's hit backwards, into the wall again. He can taste blood in his mouth and this time he slumps downwards, too dizzy to stand anymore.
He's fighting to stay awake, to stay conscious. Panic has taken over but so has the horror of what he's done. The only thing keeping him fighting, not allowing him to give up is his promise. A hand on a glass wall. No matter what happens.
His eyes rolled back though as he hit the floor, struggling against the fact that he was losing, had lost, this fight.]
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He's fighting to stay awake, to stay conscious. Panic has taken over but so has the horror of what he's done. The only thing keeping him fighting, not allowing him to give up is his promise. A hand on a glass wall. No matter what happens.
His eyes rolled back though as he hit the floor, struggling against the fact that he was losing, had lost, this fight.]