Last Man Standing IV

"That damn Owen and Carter…!" Through his gritted teeth, Ryan grumbled as he sprinted away from the kitchen. As he did so, he collided against a pillar. "Ah!" He squealed, nearly losing balance at the sudden collision.

Fortunately, his hands instinctively held onto the pillar, hugging it with both his arms. His chest moved in and out heavily, panting as he dashed too fast while enduring the pain in his shoulder.

'If I'm considered bleeding out, I still have a good amount of time before the game ends.' He thought internally, his hand groping around himself.

Upon the touch of the bandage he was carrying, he immediately wrapped it around his shoulder. Ryan leaned his back against the pillar, slowly sliding down as he plopped down to rest.