[Roxas didn't reply, but was relieved that he knew help was on the way. That relief didn't last long, however; while he was waiting, after a shift caused another jolt of pain to shoot through his legs, the cry of pain he should have let out was utterly silent. A few tries later made him realize that not only could he not walk, but he couldn't talk either.]
[Worry over this realization plagued him until he heard a voice calling out. With little alternatives, he reached for his journal.]
no subject
[Worry over this realization plagued him until he heard a voice calling out. With little alternatives, he reached for his journal.]
I hear you. You're close