[ he thinks, dimly, that he has a cracked rib, for all the stabbing little pains that accompany drawn breath, but it takes a backseat quick enough. priorities take helm, push all aside in a blind rush.
he reaches out a careful (shaking) hand, and brushes at bloody knuckles. ]
Re: a call
he reaches out a careful (shaking) hand, and brushes at bloody knuckles. ]
'M here.