It hurt to talk then so Bruce grabbed the handle of the door with his good hand and pushed it open. He had a tenuous grasp on his safety, on the Hulk, that he was scared the sudden push would make him lose that last little grip on it.
He felt nothing at first. The fresh air was good in his blood but he was still trying to hold back a tide of anger and pain. Bruce looked up at Darcy, suddenly feeling the wave of exhaustion passing through him. He swayed a little on his feet and collapsed to his bloodied knees.