[ He leans forward, squinting into the debris, and... can't get a good look. Hunk tries to stand up, and... ] Ow! [ ...the adrenaline seems to be wearing off. He winces, and starts reaching into his backpack. ]
Can... can you get it? I need a minute to- Nngh. [ His hand grabs hold of something, and he twitches, as if a shooting pain went through his arms. They are scraped up and covered in blood, he realizes. Lucky for him he was already handling that. ] -To deal with this Potion.
You need one? [ He asks, uncorking the bottle and... splashing some of the liquid onto the wounds across his arms. ] You don't look like you have pockets. [ He lets out a raspy laugh, and then starts chugging the Potion before... falling from "sitting" to "lying down." ]
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[ He leans forward, squinting into the debris, and... can't get a good look. Hunk tries to stand up, and... ] Ow! [ ...the adrenaline seems to be wearing off. He winces, and starts reaching into his backpack. ]
Can... can you get it? I need a minute to- Nngh. [ His hand grabs hold of something, and he twitches, as if a shooting pain went through his arms. They are scraped up and covered in blood, he realizes. Lucky for him he was already handling that. ] -To deal with this Potion.
You need one? [ He asks, uncorking the bottle and... splashing some of the liquid onto the wounds across his arms. ] You don't look like you have pockets. [ He lets out a raspy laugh, and then starts chugging the Potion before... falling from "sitting" to "lying down." ]