he slowly, agonizingly, drug himself against the sand, body aching with the remenants of burns and fatigue. he had lived through an unexpected explosion, and just, _just _had to make it to the ramshackle building maybe 100 yards away.

so close

yet _so_ _far._

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he let himself take a moment to fall limp against the sand, breath heavy and vision fading to black. his head lolled down into the sand, eyes closing briefly.

until it wasnt briefly.

he laid against the hot sand, trying to find the strength to keep going. he knew he'd die there if he didnt- hed probably die anyway, but he'd at the very least be more comfortable there.

heavy footsteps thumped against a floor, his eyes opening slowly. he was.. somewhere... laying down? he wasnt in as much pain, but he was incredibly fatigued.

as he sat up, he saw a man standing on the other side of the room, his vision too distorted to make out who, or what. there was bandages along his arms and legs, somewhat bloody, but- he was alive. dazed, but alive.