The force of the hit sent him flying; glass shattered, wind roared past his ears. He lays there, motionless, the cold concrete of the rooftop beneath him barely registering through the haze of exhaustion, the impact rattled through his bones as he hit the edge, breath knocked from his lungs, a few centimeters more and he’d be gone. Just another body lost to gravity and bad luck.

He didn’t move, staring blankly at the city lights below, the lights stretching into meaningless streaks. He could hear his own breathing, ragged and uneven. Could feel the way his body ached, his limbs heavy, unwilling to move. His fingers barely twitched against the ground as he closed his eyes exhaling deeply.