[ hitting the ground like a sack of bricks, hua cheng groans, laying there for a second. his forehead presses into the floor while he tries to stop the throbbing (he cannot) and maybe will his organs back into a better state. ]
M'okay. [ he leverages himself up, spitting out his mouthful of blood to the side, before reaching out to grab the side of harrow's face. ] I'm okay. Let me see you -
[ his other hand brushes some hair out of her face. other people who? ]
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M'okay. [ he leverages himself up, spitting out his mouthful of blood to the side, before reaching out to grab the side of harrow's face. ] I'm okay. Let me see you -
[ his other hand brushes some hair out of her face. other people who? ]