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September Chapter 58: A Bowed Back
Emmet almost crumbled down into a broken heap onto the floor, as soon as he stood up, onto his one, good leg. He leaned heavily down on the crutch, his muscles in his arm and leg straining and struggling, with blood rushing straight into his head as soon as he fully stood up, the unconscious agent tied to his back, completely alone in the cupboard.
He wondered whether he could hop towards the door, but decided against it, knowing that his back probably couldn't take the strain, with all the additional weight, tied onto it, and his leg could probably collapse under him.
He awkwardly shuffled towards the walking stick and dragging his body along to it. It felt awkward and too uncomfortable and cumbersome, twisting his ankle round left and right, almost always on the verge of hopping anyway.
He forced himself to keep doing the same movement, again and again, until he reached the door.
He stopped himself and closed his eyes, breathing in and out at a co
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