[ he doesn't know until what point he could, but only trying would get him to any point of possibility. jayce waits for only a few self encouraging moments to anchor his hands wherever he could— viktor himself, grips within the cargo bed, anything he could flex his stiff fingers on, before it's a sharp breath in for him, one that shifts the bones of his right rib, oh that feels—
ignore the creak, ignore the little pops of bone moving— jayce forces his arms to contract and hoist his upper half up. it does not go without his grunts, turning into snarls as if that would intimidate his limbs to move the way he needed them to. with locked jaws and a trembling grip, jayce manages.
it's— strange. he's not tired, in the sense that he otherwise would be. he does not need to huff for air. it's more a sensation of . . . fighting to get the controls working. coordination. rest, he'd realize would be a good idea later. ]
I don't know, [ the aches drum like a faraway migraine. not so awful that he couldn't tolerate it, not so quiet that he couldn't feel it there, reminding him of his limits. ] how much more I could do.
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[ he doesn't know until what point he could, but only trying would get him to any point of possibility. jayce waits for only a few self encouraging moments to anchor his hands wherever he could— viktor himself, grips within the cargo bed, anything he could flex his stiff fingers on, before it's a sharp breath in for him, one that shifts the bones of his right rib, oh that feels—
ignore the creak, ignore the little pops of bone moving— jayce forces his arms to contract and hoist his upper half up. it does not go without his grunts, turning into snarls as if that would intimidate his limbs to move the way he needed them to. with locked jaws and a trembling grip, jayce manages.
it's— strange. he's not tired, in the sense that he otherwise would be. he does not need to huff for air. it's more a sensation of . . . fighting to get the controls working. coordination. rest, he'd realize would be a good idea later. ]
I don't know, [ the aches drum like a faraway migraine. not so awful that he couldn't tolerate it, not so quiet that he couldn't feel it there, reminding him of his limits. ] how much more I could do.