Blake's calloused hands tremble as he struggles to readjust his slightly damaged glasses atop his weary eyes, desperately attempting to regain control of his breath.

Fuck, fuck, fuck...

He murmurs softly, knowing that the act of uttering expletives aids in his efforts to remain composed in life-or-death situations. However, the makeshift bandages wrapped around his wounds provide little solace.

Just... Just keep it together.

he mutters, his voice barely audible.