Eli scampered out the door as best he could. He was half-blind from one eye already swelling, and his vision was blurry from the sweat running down his face and into his eyes. He tripped over something and slammed his head into the corner of his coffee table, and his vision whited out for a long moment.
When he came to, he was so dizzy and the world kept tilting sideways on him, so when he finally managed to find his footing he stumbled again and, finally, resorted to crawling towards the door. Maybe - hopefully - if he could get outside, someone would be out there or would hear him and get her to fucking stop.