PITCH BLACK. dark and rough like gravel on his skin. that's what his world became in a matter of seconds ------rubble? some kind of collapse? it wouldn't be the first time he wound up buried under part of a building. it's immediately where his mind goes, the first jump despite all his surroundings before, and then ---- BRUCE. normally he'd stay put, calm down, gather his breath and THINK, but bruce had been with him. he panicked. PUSHING against his confines until he felt a shift, heard a CRACKING, felt pain wrack his body. everything felt wrong, this was---
his body fell but he couldn't catch himself, expecting to hit the ground instead he was braced against something --- someone. sharp inhale, hands numbly scrambling for something to secure in their fists. his senses were overwhelmed, his entire body hurt, the taste of copper filled his mouth. somewhere in the back of his mind, like instinct he didn't know of, told him he'd made a mistake. he should have stayed put; he broke too early. ❝ bruce what----what happened? is anyone--- ❞. is anyone hurt? the words repeated in his mind over and over but a static blanket of pain blocked everything else out.
medically he tried to process it. tried to figure his own symptoms, telling himself he was probably in shock. but from what? it was too much. his body shook, eyes closed shut tight, ringing in his ears muffling every other sound despite the cries of pain spilling from his own blood drenched lips. weren't people supposed to pass out from pain like this? as if from a distance he could hear a tearing sound, felt a white hot blanket of agony shoot through his back, and --- god --- he couldn't tell if the sound came from his shirt or his own skin. ❛ please let me pass out please let me pass out please let me pass out -- ❜ now the only thought in his head was just willing it all to stop.
