[He can walk. He can talk -- somewhat. He can still fight. But Mia is with him, and the way she is trying to draw him away from the fighting keeps him from turning his back and attempting to join the fray again.
He keeps a steady pace when he realizes where Mia is trying to draw him; it does nothing for his breathing, but he wants to reach their destination quickly before Mia is further put into danger by his injured state. He can't trust himself to carefully check the interior of the building, slumping against the wet wall by the door with a barely audible groan.]
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He keeps a steady pace when he realizes where Mia is trying to draw him; it does nothing for his breathing, but he wants to reach their destination quickly before Mia is further put into danger by his injured state. He can't trust himself to carefully check the interior of the building, slumping against the wet wall by the door with a barely audible groan.]