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Muscles shaking - lactic acid buildup - steps slower than they should be... blood dried on his cheek from a shallow cut, stinging every time he winces from other pains. He supresses a hiss between his teeth as he steps slightly wrong on his ankle - mild sprain - and catches himself on a wall with his free hand, the other tucked against his chest - let him catch my hand, possible broken bones, mild skin contusions - and throbbing every time he moves it.
He leans against the wall to catch his breath, exhausted in more than body. He thinks he's gone the right way for the infirmary he pinpointed earlier, but a nagging in the back of his mind tells him he's taken a wrong turn. He tips his head back to regard the ceiling, each breath a ragged inhale and exhale, eyes half-closed with exhaustion.
Tag, he thinks sourly, but doesn't bother swearing to never play again. He knows he will by now.
He leans against the wall to catch his breath, exhausted in more than body. He thinks he's gone the right way for the infirmary he pinpointed earlier, but a nagging in the back of his mind tells him he's taken a wrong turn. He tips his head back to regard the ceiling, each breath a ragged inhale and exhale, eyes half-closed with exhaustion.
Tag, he thinks sourly, but doesn't bother swearing to never play again. He knows he will by now.