Gasping for air, lungs feeling as if they're about to collapse, Blake crouched on the floor. His newly wounded hands stung as blood trickled out from the holes in his palms - tissue and muscle already creeping with bacteria and infection.

His hands shakily reached towards his glasses, the metal arms bent and reached out to the sky till he snapped them back into places and hugged the frame back around his head. His chest heaved with all the effort he could use.