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Arthur had barely managed to keep up when they were running. Since the curving bullets, everything seemed to move in a confused blur to him. The bullets had curved, people had been yelling, someone had directed some form of condescending remark towards him, and than he had been pushed towards the window. At that moment, he remembered feeling lightheaded from hyperventilation and nauseous from the strange feeling in his chest. It was like something in his rib cage was slowly expanding, compressing his heart and lungs while expanding his rib case beyond it's limits.

However, the most physical wound he had was a simple one. A bullet had grazed his upper left arm, but it had done barely more than a scratch - which was certainly not an understatement. He was just glad they had a moment to rest, lungs feeling as if he had taken a deep breath of something toxic. Looking around at all the people, he noticed how many of them there were. Even as the feeling of faintness and lightheadedness remained, he counted the people. Ten people. Then people had been trapped just like he had.

Wheezing, he closed his eyes, slowly regaining his breath. Arthur had been born with weak lungs and many medical problems had stemmed from it, but hopefully it wouldn't slow him down too often for too long, especially now. He listened as someone spoke, it sounded like the man that he had assisted back in the facility, so he assumed it was. The more he thought about it, the more bizarre the situation was. He felt guilty, wishing he could help, but his medical knowledge extended barely past the normal, every day band-aid - And some of these wounds seemed to need a bit more than a band-aid. As the man finished speaking, he just nodded. Surely it wouldn't be too hard to find a place, America was pretty densely populated, wasn't it? They would reach somewhere eventually. At least he hoped so, he hadn't lived in America for a very long time at all, really. Just a year, give or take a month or two or something of the sort.

"What about what happened back there?" he spoke very softly, opening his eyes slightly to be able to see the people around him. "Those...Strange things that happened?" He trailed off a bit, noticing the heavy atmosphere. Forcing a smile, he tried to lighten the mood - even just slightly. "B-But besides that... We're all alive! T-That's certainly jolly good!" he said, sheepishly. "It's a good thing we m-managed to escape that little ballyhoo back there, isn't it? Bloody hell!" He laughed in a manner that was hesitant and sheepish, laughter slowly fading off as he realized how much of an idiot he had made everyone think he was. He hoped that he was understandable, his speech was breathy and gaspish (His stammering didn't help), which probably made him look even more of an idiot. His timidness and awkwardness certainly tended to be a bit of a Social handicap. "U-Um... Can i help in any way...?" he offered quietly afterward, he didn't want to be completely useless.