[Between both of their final bursts of strength, they somehow manage to fling Heigo up and over the railing, where he faceplants into the lap of a complete stranger. The stranger flings him right back with disgust, but only far enough for him to land on his back in one of the aisles. One of his lenses is cracked, his poor smoker's lungs are straining for every breath, his beautifully pin-neat suit is rumpled and soaked with sweat, and people all around him are muttering unpleasant things about cowards and certain parts of female anatomy.
But he's alive. There's that. Not often does he find himself this thankful for being alive, which is also something.
And he was saved, which means - !]
Atsushi! Are you - [Trying to sit up only lands him flat on his back again when his arms give out.] - give me some kind of sign you're alright, I don't want to move again for nothing.
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But he's alive. There's that. Not often does he find himself this thankful for being alive, which is also something.
And he was saved, which means - !]
Atsushi! Are you - [Trying to sit up only lands him flat on his back again when his arms give out.] - give me some kind of sign you're alright, I don't want to move again for nothing.