amicustenebris: (disbelief)
Most call me Gold. ([personal profile] amicustenebris) wrote 2023-09-04 05:10 pm (UTC)

Other vehicles were stopping. Concerned passerby. People preparing to dial emergency services.

The disorientation was all-encompassing. Pain swirled into the sensory overload that was all the light and sound around him, the patter of warm rain, the scrabble of asphalt, a stranger's face, and no immediate recollection of where he was or had been just before.

Gold pushed back, and the arm that wasn't under the rest of him reached for where he remembered his cane had been.

He started to push himself up and stopped short. Something tight in his chest, something cracked.

Another flourish of headlights and his thoughts were gone again. He winced.

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