[He tries to protest and say that it's okay, he'll be fine, and the discomfort of the idea is plainly written on his face, but they're persistent. He gives up on arguing, instead choosing to stay standing (because he has to keep going and once he sits he's not gonna get up again) and head out the second his Pokémon are healed and returned to him, regardless of any protesting.
The idle time has made moving a lot heavier of a task- everything's heavier, slower, and more painful. He's had to wipe blood off of his face on multiple occasions while waiting; he's aware that he's bleeding a lot, but he still doesn't understand the full impact of his injuries.
He begins to drag himself home which, while not that far away, feels like it's more like climbing a mountain.]
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The idle time has made moving a lot heavier of a task- everything's heavier, slower, and more painful. He's had to wipe blood off of his face on multiple occasions while waiting; he's aware that he's bleeding a lot, but he still doesn't understand the full impact of his injuries.
He begins to drag himself home which, while not that far away, feels like it's more like climbing a mountain.]