[ Despite how hard it was, Ashton whimpered and groaned and tried to scream. That hurt. Badly. He's no stranger to pain, it's true; little cuts and nicks, getting beat up or falling or being cut in a fight (or his own doing).
But nothing in the world prepared him for the kind that he's experiencing right now. He should be thankful that he's starting to go numb in a few places...
...right?
Weakly, he reaches his arm around to clutch at the closest arm. Diva's. Conrad's. It didn't matter, he just needed to hold on to someone. ] I-I feel... c-cold... [ It's still mostly winter, it's true, but that wasn't it. ]