Re: Hotel: Trapping Micah
His hand was on the handle of the nearest door when the pain struck. The sound followed moments later, realisation as to what had just happened settling in with the red hot pain that lanced through his bicep. There was a faint sound from him, something rough in the back of his throat, and then the door was yanked open. Micah didn't turn to look back at Neil, to meet his gaze or even acknowledge him again. No, he was intent instead on getting away. He truly didn't care what was on the other side of that door, so long as it wasn't here, and it was pulled shut with a slam that rattled the frame before he stopped moving.
Only then did he lift a hand to touch the place where that pain was centered. Bicep, the fleshy part, his shirt wet with blood from the wound. His fingers came back coated in crimson, and as he leaned back against the wall he had found, Micah started doubting this plan for the first time.