Date: 2021-07-04 05:57 am (UTC)
theodorelasso: (Upset | Fragile)
"I knew you'd come..."

He tries to squeeze her hand, but it's pretty weak, barely perceptible. But now that little speck of hope that he's been trying to keep alive inside him is rekindled, slowly growing.

Just how bad of a condition he's in probably isn't even really visible. Beyond his confused and fatigued behavior, the slight smell of vomit, his pale and cold skin, there's only a couple bruises on his face, and a split lip.

Most of the harm lies hidden under his clothes. It's probably impossible to tell how many times he's been kicked by counting the bruises, as they all must bleed into each other by now. Who knows how many of his ribs are fractured. Here's just hoping the rest of his bones aren't. And even if he had the energy to stand, he probably shouldn't with the state of the leg where the man stomped on his ankle.
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