Paul
Fuck! It burned, nearly unbearable, each breath feeling like shards of glass scraping at my lungs.. I rubbed at my aching eyes, all that smoke and heat did a number on me. My skin felt like sandpaper against my hands. Minor burns covered my legs and back, I was lucky. I was only in that building for a few short minutes and my injuries were minimal, but Evan. f**k Evan.
I lifted myself from the bed, my body begging me not to move, but I didn't care to listen. The pain that radiated throughout my body wasn't enough to stop me, but it did slow me down a bit. I barely made it to the door when Dawson burst into the room.
"Boss! You're supposed to be resting." Grabbing my arm, he helped me back to the bed. I didn't want to admit it, to seem weak, but I was relieved to have the assist
