[ It made him stagger, made the broken glass fall from his hand when he felt the unexpected weight of Katurian hitting him. Terry fumbled to catch his friend, trying to keep him from hitting the ground too hard and sinking to his knees, trying to be careful because God, he can already see so much blood.
That distinct, unfamiliar sense of powerlessness comes again hard enough to make him feel sick. He hasn't felt this way since high school, when he was Terrance Ward, the bullied outcast, and not Terrance Ward, son of Nightmare.
He forced his legs back under himself, getting a grip under Katurian's arms and trying to pull him away -- too slowly, much too slowly -- urging Katurian with a hint of desperation he didn't know he was feeling: ]
You gotta get up. Come on. Stay with me. Can you hear me?
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That distinct, unfamiliar sense of powerlessness comes again hard enough to make him feel sick. He hasn't felt this way since high school, when he was Terrance Ward, the bullied outcast, and not Terrance Ward, son of Nightmare.
He forced his legs back under himself, getting a grip under Katurian's arms and trying to pull him away -- too slowly, much too slowly -- urging Katurian with a hint of desperation he didn't know he was feeling: ]
You gotta get up. Come on. Stay with me. Can you hear me?