The pain was immediate and blinding, as had been the pain in his head. He swore he could feel shattered remains of bones in his ankle, and gripped at the wound though he knew he should be trying to get away. How far could he get like this? He could hardly even think.
And now... there was blood everywhere. What if someone like Alice or Dorian found it? What if.... what if Eileen found it, and the broken remains of his camera?
And what if someone got hurt coming after him?
He couldn't even prevent that. He'd tried... but he'd failed. Why couldn't he keep people safe? He fell back against the grass, blood pouring from his ankle and trickling from his head, knowing he was out of options.