He stumbled, tears finally squeaking out from his eyes as he tasted blood on his tongue. His lip was busted, but it didn't hurt as much as his poor cheek...
I can't fight like this, he thoughtful softly to himself, sinking down to the floor beside the bed. I can't win...
Resting his head against the mattress, Galen sat there a moment, before finding his weak voice, "I'm sorry. I'm a horrible person...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."