His vision was a blur; he had no time to see who had cushioned his fall until he had collided with them. A man, Savino thought, a man he knew – “My apologies,” Savino murmured the moment he’d caught his breath, the muscles in his face and body all feeling oddly numb, like he was unused to moving them.
The other man had gotten up more fluidly. From his place on the floor, Savino grasped the man’s proferred hand with his own – it seemed to be trembling – and tried to pull himself up. He had just put his weight on his feet, opened his mouth to say no, all is well, thank you, when the pain returned. “I –” Savino let out a gasp before he could restrain himself, pressing his hand to his head – it was throbbing like someone had taken an ice pick to it. “My head,” he got out, face contorted as the world spun again and he swayed forwards on his feet.
So much for not making a scene.
The other man had gotten up more fluidly. From his place on the floor, Savino grasped the man’s proferred hand with his own – it seemed to be trembling – and tried to pull himself up. He had just put his weight on his feet, opened his mouth to say no, all is well, thank you, when the pain returned. “I –” Savino let out a gasp before he could restrain himself, pressing his hand to his head – it was throbbing like someone had taken an ice pick to it. “My head,” he got out, face contorted as the world spun again and he swayed forwards on his feet.
So much for not making a scene.
