The hits had stopped coming and Holden was fairly sure he'd heard steps walking away. Maybe it was over. Maybe he was dying. He felt as if he couldn't breathe and he tasted blood, his ears were ringing and everything was agony and all he was thinking about was Felix. Who would tell Felix if he died here? Who'd be there for Felix? He couldn't even remember, right now, if he'd properly said goodbye to him today.

Fuck.

All right, he was still thinking. Still somewhat conscious. Maybe he wasn't dying just yet. He tried pulling himself up, his arm shaking. Only one arm, because his right arm wouldn't move in the right way. Felt like shifting bones. Had to be broken or something. The blood in his eyes made it hard to see, but he did make out the boy from before, staring at him.

"You need to go." He tried to speak calmly. "Come on. I don't want you getting hurt."

And clearly, it was not safe here. He leaned back against the wall and tried to remember where the nearest phone box was.