[Mushverse; for RPM Rangers]

[brilliantshadowpuppets]

It feels like years before I finally make it back to our apartment "base". My arm is still hanging at my side, limp and dislocated at the shoulder, and I clutch at it with my opposite hand when I don't need to like, open doors and stuff. My eyes are dry, and red from crying.

My lips burn too, but that has nothing to do with anything.

Not... not really.

...Dillon.

I practically fall into our apartment once I finally get the door open, crumbling to the floor when my strength of both body and... and I guess will? Finally gives out. My knees hit the floor with a sharp crack, and I'll probably have bruises there tomorrow.

"Help." I choke out weakly, feeling like I should be crying again, but my eyes are too sore, too spent. "Dillon... they got... D-Dillon..."