[when he hits the ground, his first thought is worrying about the damage in his shoulder. He's allowed a few seconds to writhe and distantly fret over the thought of permanent damage... until he remembers how little that matters anymore. It's either this or nothing, so he's just going to have to accept whatever consequences that means. If it destroys him, even kills him, he has no right to complain.
And then, when that hand comes down on his shoulder and Robin leans in close, he's not thinking about anything at all. There is that white-hot click that confirms his guess about his collarbone being broken, and suddenly there are teeth.
It floods out everything else with a pang, stomach twisting--and he twists with it. It's unexpected; he can't keep himself from reacting. Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, he tries to push himself back with his elbows, sucking in a shocked breath.
...And that's when he notices the pressure in his chest. Robin's fingers settling over the new scars that bone-spikes left behind, and this crushing crushing weight. He can't breathe, he's being smothered, his kicking and writhing starting to turn desperate as he struggles to gasp air past the crushing and the cracking]
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And then, when that hand comes down on his shoulder and Robin leans in close, he's not thinking about anything at all. There is that white-hot click that confirms his guess about his collarbone being broken, and suddenly there are teeth.
It floods out everything else with a pang, stomach twisting--and he twists with it. It's unexpected; he can't keep himself from reacting. Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, he tries to push himself back with his elbows, sucking in a shocked breath.
...And that's when he notices the pressure in his chest. Robin's fingers settling over the new scars that bone-spikes left behind, and this crushing crushing weight. He can't breathe, he's being smothered, his kicking and writhing starting to turn desperate as he struggles to gasp air past the crushing and the cracking]