He needed his help. He wouldn't be able to get away without it. "Get up!" he choked out.
The Lun's hands pushed past Joseph's and reached his throat. The fire in his throat seared. Joseph coughed, or tried to at least, but couldn't. His breathing was cut short and his fingers clawed at the Lun's hands, but they were too strong. A steel trap. Steel. Iron.
He looked around as his vision blurred. Iron. There had to be something. Anything nearby. A pipe! He reached out his hand. It was too far away; he couldn't reach it.
His hand slammed on the ground, he had to get Jenn's attention. He slammed it again
against the gravel, but Jenn could barely look up. Joseph pointed at the pipe. Jenn turned his head, his eye wide. The right one was pink now, definitely healing. How was that p
