[ Lance rolls away from him, and Wu tries to reach out to stop him, but his arms feel so weak, as if he doesn't have any of this additional muscle at all. ]
Lance... [ His voice is small and weak and he curls up, knees tucked into his chest (so much harder to do, stupid bulky muscles) ] Lance, are you okay? I, I think we got away. We should... [ Keep going, get off the street, get somewhere safe ]
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Lance... [ His voice is small and weak and he curls up, knees tucked into his chest (so much harder to do, stupid bulky muscles) ] Lance, are you okay? I, I think we got away. We should... [ Keep going, get off the street, get somewhere safe ]