Ashton staggers out the elevator, one of his eyes slammed shut, a purple bruise forming on his eye lid. There's dry, crusted blood near his chin and down his nose, and the wrist that had been bandaged before is now being clutched again to Ashton's chest like a baby.
Jin's eyes widen, and then he feels a large vein pop near his chin and temples. He stares with wide as at Ashton staggering out the elevator, but than the smaller man trips on his own two feet, causing Jin to rush forward and catch him as he limply lays on Jin's chest.
"What the fuck happened?!" Jin roars, his hands clutching Ashton's shoulders as Ashton mumbles something low under his breath. Jin worriedly pulls Ashton away, examining the rest of his body as Ashton softly mumbles under his breath. First Shooter rushes forward, worriedly looking between Jin and Ashton as she begins to fret.
