Waiting for the end to come, wishing I had strength to stand
[Chase couldn't remember the last time he had hurt this much properly, perhaps the last blow to the head by whatever that creature was had given him a concussion. It was the last thing he needed on top of two broken ribs and collarbone, the cuts all over his sprained (if not fractured) forearms leaving a clear trail of where he had been. Hopefully it wouldn't lead that thing toward his current location, his left leg was in no condition to run being practically torn apart like it was and leaving more blood.
Oh, yes. He probably was concussed, blood from a head injury he hadn't felt started to cloud his vision in his left eye. Chase lifted an arm to wipe it away and his balance overshot itself, he started leaning toward the wall and hit it hard enough with his shoulder to draw a grunt of pain from him. Luckily there was a bench there when his leg gave out though it hurt to sit, and he couldn't sit long. Chase had to get to the infirmary, had to get bandaged up to get Seren from daycare. But thoughts of Seren brought that young Kanda to mind.
Sorrow and failure blinded him from his physical pain for a moment, he had to go back in or send (several) someone(s) in his place to find the boy. He couldn't stay in that darkened, death-trap of a hallway and certainly not by himself!]
Damn it... [His head lightly hits the wall, throat sore from yelling.]
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