daddiedeath:

              ❝  take my hand, CHILD. it’s going to be okay.  ❞

                “ Thanks - but I can get up myself. ”

         That he wasn’t so sure of. His ears were ringing and his head
throbbing. The taste of blood flooded into his mouth and he was sure
something was broken. It was a wonder he managed to pick himself 
up onto his feet without tipping over.