How Bad Does it Look?|| Gideon
The pain was so excruciating in his leg that he didn't even want to look at it. Ben had been coached to not train alone but he felt slightly embarrassed whenever someone else was in room training and they weren't sparring. "If you get seriously hurt then there's no one to immediately help you" The commander's voice echoed in his head, which didn't help get his mind off the pain.
Ben didn't bother taking off his flamethrowers that were just over his tank top and basket ball shorts as he limped out of the training room. He'd been testing out the new firearms that went down his leg so he could kick upwards with fire breathing out near his ankles, Ben was so immersed in it that he didn't even notice that he was so near the weight rack. Once second his leg was in the air with flames bursting out then the next he was pinned to the ground and the pain exploded all throughout his leg. Closing his eyes he got the weight off.
Ben finally made it to the elevator and pressed the number that he thought was the floor that was pretty much it's own hospital. When the doors opened and he stumbled out, the familiar sterile smell didn't hit his nose. All he could see was doors to offices, he cursed under his breath and used his tail to bang on the nearest door while he leaned on the wall, his claws no doubt leaving scrap marks. His vision was starting to get blurry from all the pain so he ripped off the front part of his mask to get more air.
