Dylan gasped and wheezed as he ran, his legs screaming at him to stop with the way they burnt and trembled, but no matter how much they did, he would not—

Oh wait, he did.

He would yelp, losing his footing and tumbling down a ramp, and a long one to be exact, before coming to a stop, squirming and curling in on himself as pain shot through his leg.

Nobody around to help, like always… he’ll probably be a goner in 1 hour tops, hugging himself for comfort as he shook and huffed for air.