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Looking up, he saw her lend her hand out to him. He slowly lifted his arm and placed his hand in hers and slowly struggled to pull himself up. Finally managing to get to his feet, his left leg gave out from underneath him for a second. As he fell to one knee, his face flooded with grimace and pain, but he resiliently struggled to stand back up. Working his way back up, he slowly headed over to the bench that she pointed out. As he reached the bench, his leg gave out again and he fell on his back onto the bench. He didn't seem to notice, but just now a sharp pain pierced the front of his head. He placed his hand there, removing it only to see it covered with a reddish liquid. Blood...oh no. How bad could it be?, Jason thought to himself, panicking, worried about how badly his head was busted open.