Cal reaction pt2
Beyond the grief and beyond the confusion of how this could even happen he vaguely registered that he wouldn't be the only one in receipt of this information. More importantly he wasn't the one to feel it the most, that would be Sandy, Sandy who was- Cal shook his head, trying desperately to clear it, trying to compose himself though he looked and felt every bit the opposite. How could he be? They'd lost Scotty. A member of his family was dead and he hadn't been there, hadn't stopped it from happening, and that guilt along with the grief felt enough to drown him where he stood.
"C'mon," he muttered in a gravelly voice as he spread his fingers and manipulated the air currents to help lift him from the ground to legs that were barely able to keep him standing but he knew he needed to get up and find the others. Sandy first and then the others. He had to check on them, see for himself that they were still okay, and work out how to deal with this. Not that he had any idea how or where to start especially as his eyes were still burning and if he pressed his teeth together anymore he would crack one of them, but that didn't matter, not right now. Not when he had to find the other Outsiders.
He still felt like he might throw up and he didn't care for the sensation of what felt like having somebody's hands around his throat, making every breath he took painful and difficult, like he couldn't fill his lungs and was permanently gasping for oxygen. Honestly it was a miracle he was even upright now but he was using his power and the nearby walls to keep him upright as he stumbled and staggered through Limbo, completely unaware of everything going on around him, not even realising just what a big deal this was.
His focus was simple and singleminded: get to Sandy and the others.
There was no other option in his mind, not right now.