Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: [quicklog: gotham ground zero]
[Harry's arm hurt like hell, which felt like an accurate simile seeing as how they were underground. But Harry wasn't witty or self-congratulatory enough to reminisce on something as fleeting as internal dialog. Not when the pain in his arm was so detailed. Gwen was busy getting them out of their cave-in with some help from whoever, and that was relief enough because it meant they weren't going to die here. Although even death felt like something strangely unattainable. As the only one of his friends and parents who hadn't died or vanished without explanation, Harry had kind of been developing an immortality complex. If that was a thing. Until now, now he was beginning to realize that he might die here. Which he might have subconsciously been blaming Gwen for, because she apparently died all of the time, and his dumb ass had to come hang out with her in Gotham of all places.
At some point, Harry realized that he probably should have been going into shock, and not be an non-vocalized smart ass. But he wasn't going into shock, he felt strangely clear headed. That is, until he reached down to feel where his arm was throbbing with terrible pain, and he could feel something sharp protruding from the skin, and -- yeah, that was bone. And it hurt like fuck.]
Ok. [He said to nobody at all. Even though Gwen was right there, she was contacting the people that were supposedly saving them, so Harry figured he was talking to somebody else. God, maybe.] Want to go into shock now! [He even squeezed his eyes closed, as if that might help him do so.]