Chimera Fields a body moving through space

Through the fuzz of pain he sees Yosemite scrabbling away and he's conscious enough to think resentfully, Why's he so scared for? I'm the one with the goddamn broken leg. For a while, that's the only coherent thought in his head and he clings to it as his mind bucks and weaves.

He stares at him as if they're both underwater and shouts back through gritted teeth, Do... I... look alright?

After he stands there for what seems like a minute, cradling his leg, he finally has the nerve to set it back down on the ground again and he's not sure if he believes himself when he says, simply, Christ. That could've been worse. But it comes out as a question, not a statement.

I broke it a while ago. I was doing fine since-- I think it didn't heal right. Chewing on the inside of his mouth and feeling the hare gristle stuck between his teeth, he waits for the pain to subside. It'd went from dynamite proportions to a throbbing ache and now a dull heat like an epicentre of some self-contained earthquake.