Kinn watched his family work together to help him. It was annoying. Embarrassing, to a point, too. If he hadn't felt--whatever he had, that strut would never have been hit. He could feel the dust and grit on his hair and skin. Finally, he just leaned against the good part of the wall and hung his head, trying to school the rest of his emotions.

"I feel like I got hit by a bus. Or a wall fell on me." Which had, actually. His words quieted some more, "Just my arm is the worst." His arm that needed medical attention. The rest of him felt...pretty bad but nothing he couldn't work through. It was his forearm that needed immediate attention.