[He looked up (down?) at his brother, vision swimming. Was there something off about him? He couldn't tell. Pain was making everything seem out of focus and dreamlike as his body tried to push against his injuries. He tried not to vomit, but it was hard. He pawed at the buckle with his good hand, trying a few times before giving up. He just didn't have the strength. The side of his body felt like it was on fire, too much for his brain to handle.]
[He opened his mouth to speak, but all that would come out was a faint whimper. He couldn't process anything. What? Talking? That could come later. He reached up his good hand to try to feel the damage, but it didn't feel much like moving past the middle of his body. As the adrenaline faded, he tried to take a deeper breath, only to hiss out most of his air from a sharp pain in his side.]
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[He opened his mouth to speak, but all that would come out was a faint whimper. He couldn't process anything. What? Talking? That could come later. He reached up his good hand to try to feel the damage, but it didn't feel much like moving past the middle of his body. As the adrenaline faded, he tried to take a deeper breath, only to hiss out most of his air from a sharp pain in his side.]