There's something hard against his back, a faint pressure on his chest.
It's as much as Jason can gather for long moments. The smoke comes next, rising up around him, the muted thuds of something small but heavy falling over and over - bricks - a noise that's growing louder in his ears.
The more he comes to, the more everything hurts. Licking a lip he's bitten, Jason performs a sluggish inventory. Concussion likely, one cheek a solid bruise, three ribs contused if not cracked, right knee twisted, hands heavy, but he can almost lift one, the situation dire, but not unsalvageable if he can get out of here before the cops show with -
Allison. Jason jerks, finally recognizing the pressure against his sternum as her hand, the murky shape above him resolving to her frightened face. She's crying, but from fear or from pain Jason can't tell, cheeks filthy and blood behind her ear. A cut or something worse? He doesn't know, can't tell from this angle, and Jason's heart picks up until he's dizzy with it.
Fumbling a hand from the ground, he reaches for her cheek, intent on turning it so he can see, but the ground lurches beneath him, becomes a sucking maw that pulls him down, down. He can't make it stop, can't get his feet under him, and with a quiet sound of distress, Jason lets his hand fall, lost to the blackness that's rising up to claim him.
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It's as much as Jason can gather for long moments. The smoke comes next, rising up around him, the muted thuds of something small but heavy falling over and over - bricks - a noise that's growing louder in his ears.
The more he comes to, the more everything hurts. Licking a lip he's bitten, Jason performs a sluggish inventory. Concussion likely, one cheek a solid bruise, three ribs contused if not cracked, right knee twisted, hands heavy, but he can almost lift one, the situation dire, but not unsalvageable if he can get out of here before the cops show with -
Allison. Jason jerks, finally recognizing the pressure against his sternum as her hand, the murky shape above him resolving to her frightened face. She's crying, but from fear or from pain Jason can't tell, cheeks filthy and blood behind her ear. A cut or something worse? He doesn't know, can't tell from this angle, and Jason's heart picks up until he's dizzy with it.
Fumbling a hand from the ground, he reaches for her cheek, intent on turning it so he can see, but the ground lurches beneath him, becomes a sucking maw that pulls him down, down. He can't make it stop, can't get his feet under him, and with a quiet sound of distress, Jason lets his hand fall, lost to the blackness that's rising up to claim him.