[And Rich collapses on the floor for the second time, but he's finally too hurt to push himself back up. He tries to brace himself, only to slip and bang his head against the floor. All he can do is watch the man walk away, disappearing down another corridor, leaving Rich to lick his wounds.
God, Watson is going to be pissed with him. He's not even going to think about César, or he'll start crying like a baby on the spot. He just props himself against a wall, fishes his phone out of his pocket, and starts the process of piecing himself together.]
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God, Watson is going to be pissed with him. He's not even going to think about César, or he'll start crying like a baby on the spot. He just props himself against a wall, fishes his phone out of his pocket, and starts the process of piecing himself together.]