@mementoshard asked: ☹ ; whatever go my dave torres 23 . Minor concussion
matt practically jumped back in shaken fear when he saw someone in the place he'd been squatting in for shelter . it wasn't necessarily like people were just WALKING around nowadays , hanging out with one another like everything was normal . society was FAR past normalcy at this point , something evident by intruders intruding without knowing they are . the brunet's head smacks against the nearest wall , fair hands coming to clasp at the injured area with a pained groan as his eyes narrowed to attempt to keep his vision clear . the edge of his vision became blurry and whatever this guy in front of him was saying sounded more akin to the aftermath of a flash grenade .
one pupil dilated , one standard , head swimming with fog , matthew already KNEW that a concussion was rearing up on his mind and body . so , drearily , a hand pressing into the wall to try and keep his form steady , the brunet murmured . " should probably wear a bell if you're gonna be so quiet . " he gives a pain chuckle , squinting and grimacing as the action sent licks of flame along his skull . " hey , so , i know we just met , but i just bashed my head pretty hard here ; would you mind checking my eyes ? i don't . . . i gotta be on top of this if it's gonna make me drowsy . " and drowsy he was becoming , not fast , but enough to have concern biting at his ankles .
matthew knew better than to sleep . while he was unsure what EXACTLY would happen to him once he DID sleep , he knew that he WASN'T going to die from a minor concussion .
