Snippet #2410308

Keith sits up carefully, putting a hand on the ground to push himself up, as his eyes adjust again. He looks at Perla and forces his other hand up, thumb weakly upright. He wipes his forehead slowly, the blood dripping down onto his clothes.

So stupid.

He feels something in his mouth and moves his tongue around it, turning his head and spitting a bloody tooth on to the ground. Shifting his legs and pushing himself up, a sharp pain shoots through his right leg and forces him back to his knees. He tries again but it ends with the same result, a sharp pain and him struggling to stand. He wipes the blood dripping down his face and stops, breathing slowly before trying again.