[Instead of responding, Lutha braces his other arm against the floor and shoves himself to his feet with a pained grunt. It's slow, not to mention exceedingly obvious that he's in a good deal of pain. But he doesn't stop until he's mostly straightened up, one shoulder leaning against the wall to hold his weight.]
I'm not fucking hurt. [He's just hurting. There's an enormous difference.] T... take your decency to someone who actually needs it.
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I'm not fucking hurt. [He's just hurting. There's an enormous difference.] T... take your decency to someone who actually needs it.