[Given Scott's apparent lack of external injury and the fact that he's coherent and walking around definitely helps with the shift of focus—whatever's going on with the young man and his closed eyes, it's not as dire as other victims the medics will have to worry about more immediately.
From where he lies, Zekarion can faintly hear the distant shouting from Scott, and a single, quiet heh leaves him. It's endearing, really—and it gives him something else to think about as the responders approach. He can't let the boy fret quite so much without protest...
But after a few moments, the sound of footsteps approaches. Another slow breath allows him the opportunity to project his voice so that it comes out evenly:]
In here.
[Does he sound too calm, maybe? Well, it's too late now. He can always chalk it up to not wanting the young man to worry and a few other things—like how they seem to be well equipped, and that the group is certainly a decent enough size to get this damned concrete slab off of him. He remains patient through their initial checks, answering questions with the appropriate amount of detail, but not too much—it hurts to breathe, something's cutting into his thigh, he's losing feeling in his lower leg.
But then they explain that they have to get to the part that is, plainly, going to suck. Three of the responders have moved to lift the debris, and another two are ready to pull him free.
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From where he lies, Zekarion can faintly hear the distant shouting from Scott, and a single, quiet heh leaves him. It's endearing, really—and it gives him something else to think about as the responders approach. He can't let the boy fret quite so much without protest...
But after a few moments, the sound of footsteps approaches. Another slow breath allows him the opportunity to project his voice so that it comes out evenly:]
In here.
[Does he sound too calm, maybe? Well, it's too late now. He can always chalk it up to not wanting the young man to worry and a few other things—like how they seem to be well equipped, and that the group is certainly a decent enough size to get this damned concrete slab off of him. He remains patient through their initial checks, answering questions with the appropriate amount of detail, but not too much—it hurts to breathe, something's cutting into his thigh, he's losing feeling in his lower leg.
But then they explain that they have to get to the part that is, plainly, going to suck. Three of the responders have moved to lift the debris, and another two are ready to pull him free.
Altius glances to his new companion.]
Scott—cover your ears.