[He wriggles under the grip, struggling for air with wet, choked off noises and when Haine tosses him aside he finally loses the battle to stay upright, catching himself on his hands and knees. The burning sting of concrete against his palms brings some clarity and he makes a valiant effort to get up, but he's too dizzy, knees buckling and head pounding so hard that it feels like his entire mouth is full of blood.
Panting heavily Aidan finally gets his legs under him enough to push off the ground, hands leaving red smears on the concrete. If he can just get up, get his eyes to focus...]