SECOND DEGREE,
    with a lack of medical facilities in the area, and the areas closest for that fact, it seemed impossible for anyone injured to pull through the night if they didn’t succumb to the injuries they’d sustained. from gun shots, to stabbing, many died where they fell, ignored and abandoned by the facility once proved to be the best choice for those now locked up like lab rats inside.
while many of those injured beyond these walls received them through common incidents that occurred within any jail, burns wasn’t something entirely common - but unfortunately, to someone who used the medium to wreak his own kind of havoc upon the walled up streets, it was.
he had made the unfortunate mistake of miscalculating the results of his daily escapade, and now, as he stumbled down the steps onto the main street that lay scattered with bits of pieces of a life forgotten, he took a tumble and landed back upon the stairs was a thud and sharp hiss as he attempted to hold his burnt arm away from making contact with anything.
clenching his teeth in a short snarl, he stayed where he was, dark lined eyes casting a glance to the pinkish red that seemed to glisten in the dull light of the flickering lamp posts. thinking of the only way he’d be able to numb the pain, he tugged his sleeve up a little more, and with his free hand he made a little mound of snow before pressing his injured arm into it.
he really needed to be to a medical facility, be it abandoned or not.
