[This is, sadly, not the first time he's slammed his face into a concrete floor. Not even the second time, or third time, actually. Might even be in the double digits with how often Arkham's staff had used violent force.
He lays there a while, recuperating, waiting for the dizziness to ebb away. And when it does, he rises again and sits on his heels while checking the state of his jaw. Sore as all hell, but it doesn't feel broken, and he isn't bleeding -- much. Bit of a scrape, and he'd bitten his tongue, but it was nothing that wouldn't be gone within a week or so.]
Both of you can grab the dog. [Oh, but that hurt. Jaw was clicking a little, too. He grimaces, clacking his teeth together as he tests the bone.]
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He lays there a while, recuperating, waiting for the dizziness to ebb away. And when it does, he rises again and sits on his heels while checking the state of his jaw. Sore as all hell, but it doesn't feel broken, and he isn't bleeding -- much. Bit of a scrape, and he'd bitten his tongue, but it was nothing that wouldn't be gone within a week or so.]
Both of you can grab the dog. [Oh, but that hurt. Jaw was clicking a little, too. He grimaces, clacking his teeth together as he tests the bone.]