[Once he realized what was happening, his immediate inclination was to at least get back to somewhere comfortable. He would never make it to the hospital and, let's face it, what could they do?
If it's the injury he's assuming it is...
It must be, he's not been so injured in any other way that would bring the thick taste of blood up in the back of his throat.
That one goal in mind, to actually die inside rather than bleeding out all over a sidewalk for a second time, is all there's time to fixate on. He turns down Goldberg street, by now grasping any support he can as he struggles on his path. Mostly picket fences or street lamps, those more than enough to help him keep his balance at every jarring pang in his chest.]
and then the rest of the log happened
If it's the injury he's assuming it is...
It must be, he's not been so injured in any other way that would bring the thick taste of blood up in the back of his throat.
That one goal in mind, to actually die inside rather than bleeding out all over a sidewalk for a second time, is all there's time to fixate on. He turns down Goldberg street, by now grasping any support he can as he struggles on his path. Mostly picket fences or street lamps, those more than enough to help him keep his balance at every jarring pang in his chest.]