[prompto feels it more than he notices it happening, as it all does too fast for him to figure out up from down. he doesn't even register the pain, as a hit to his back has him crumpling to the ground (rather pathetically, really), and that plus the previous punch to his stomach has him gasping for air, again.]
[drops of blood on the pavement come into view after his vision stops being so blurry.]
[he can't feel the pain because everything else is hurting]
[prompto finally gives, buckling onto the ground and turning around, onto his back, finding a very hard time to breathe through his nose (obviously), and his mouth, too.]
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[drops of blood on the pavement come into view after his vision stops being so blurry.]
[he can't feel the pain because everything else is hurting]
[prompto finally gives, buckling onto the ground and turning around, onto his back, finding a very hard time to breathe through his nose (obviously), and his mouth, too.]
Haa-- haa...
[eyes closed, he stays down]