"Can you get up?" I whisper. His face hardens and I can see him clenching his jaw.
"Yes," he finally answers. He goes to stand but stumbles a bit, I help steady him by grabbing his arm and forcing it over my shoulder. We start to walk forward when one of the guards, I'm pretty sure the one that hit me, steps in front of us.
"Get out of our way," I snarl at him.
"I just want to make sure we aren't going to have any trouble here. I'm mighty sorry you got caught in the crossfire but if you hadn't disregarded the rules, which are put in place for your safety, you wouldn't have been hurt."
"If I hadn't disregarded those rules, there's no telling how long you would have gone on beating the s.hit out of my client."
"Well, now, as I see it your client got physical with a few of the new guys
