Liam lay flat on his back, staring up at the darkening sky.
His chest rose and fell rapidly, each breath burning as it went down. His ribs ached where
Damian's punches had landed clean.
His arms felt like dead weight, sprawled out on either side of him.
Every part of his body was screaming at him to stay down and not move for at least an hour.
Sweat soaked through his shirt, cold against his skin now that he'd stopped moving.
He could feel his heartbeat pounding in his ears, slowly starting to settle.
A few feet away, Damian sat with his back against the warehouse wall, one knee up, breathing hard through his nose.
Sweat dripped down his face, and his hoodie clung to him, soaked through completely.
His chest heaved with each breath, and he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.
Neither of them had said anything for the past minute.
The only sounds were their breathing and the distant hum of traffic from the main road.
