[ Nobody's gonna check on the kid you hit? That's rude. Though, honestly, it's fair to assume that there's no way he should have survived that hit. He's on the ground now, dazed and not moving for a hot second. Just. Sort of. Putting himself together mentally. Because despite his sturdiness, that hurt. His head is bleeding profusely, his arm is definitely broken, and his back is a total mess, courtesy of his impact and subsequent bloody drag against the pavement. The sweatshirt he was wearing is completely shredded in addition to being hella bloodied up.
He stands, slowly, stumbling back onto his feet. Head reeling from a probable concussion, swiping the blood out of his eyes with his not-broken forearm. And finally gets a clear look back at the car that hit him. Well shit, he did a hell of a lot of damage. And at least one of the occupants look injured? Shit, shit, this was such a bad idea. He's going to yell at Murphy so much once he's done with this.
But - for now, they're blocking traffic, and if another car hits them he is not gonna be able to forgive himself. So he moves awkwardly to one side of the car, broken arm limp at his side. He heaves the uninjured shoulder into the side of the car, shoving it awkwardly towards the shoulder of the road one step at a time. Gasping and exhausted by the end, but hey, at least they won't get hit by anyone else. ]
no subject
He stands, slowly, stumbling back onto his feet. Head reeling from a probable concussion, swiping the blood out of his eyes with his not-broken forearm. And finally gets a clear look back at the car that hit him. Well shit, he did a hell of a lot of damage. And at least one of the occupants look injured? Shit, shit, this was such a bad idea. He's going to yell at Murphy so much once he's done with this.
But - for now, they're blocking traffic, and if another car hits them he is not gonna be able to forgive himself. So he moves awkwardly to one side of the car, broken arm limp at his side. He heaves the uninjured shoulder into the side of the car, shoving it awkwardly towards the shoulder of the road one step at a time. Gasping and exhausted by the end, but hey, at least they won't get hit by anyone else. ]