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The question made Pavitr laugh, something a bit more genuine than his hysterical giggles.

"Listen bhaiya, this kind of heat is Mumbattan on a good day," he huffed, some of the tension leaving his body.

All of that tension returns to his body when the Vulture shifted slightly. He looked down at his wound and the temporary bindings. He knew standing up wouldn't do him any good, so even if there was a fight, he'd be down and out before anything could get done, and that was hardly fair to Vinyl to have to fight him alone. The villain was still incapacitated for now, so he could probably throw some extra webbing to hold him down while he was sitting, that way, if he did wake up, he wouldn't get a chance to do anything.

He let loose a string of web fluid, but he couldn't really aim well from where he was positioned, so instead a smattering of webbing hit the grating just to the right of the Vulture.

"Saala..." he muttered, shifting slightly and then wincing from the pain at doing so.

Even despite that, he still persisted, undergoing two more failed attempts before the third finally accomplished what he intended. He lay down at that point, stunned that he was more exhausted doing that than the entire fight itself.

Oh. Blood loss. How could he forget?

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As far as avoiding problems go, Pavitr found that pestering Miguel to send him on random missions was good. Mumbattan was calm, at least as far as villains go, and Maya Auntie...

When it came to today, Maya Auntie couldn't care less what Pavitr was up to as long as he didn't get himself hurt. So, Pavitr was in a different universe hoping to fight some bad guys and maybe any injuries would stave off thinking about things. His healing factor more than made up for anything that would occur. Hopefully. Maybe.

That's what he kept telling himself as the gash in his side kept bleeding. It would be fine, though, he knew it. Things would work out in the end and Pavitr hopefully wouldn't have to go back to his home dimension for the next 12 hours. Granted, he was still in the middle of a mission, but the villain was incapacitated! So he had nothing to worry about. He could... he could just call Miguel or Jessica or someone else higher-up in the society to take it from here. And then... then he could just chill in hq! Yes! Yes that was it.

His watch-arm was still hugging his side, trying to stem the bleeding as much as possible. Instead of moving it away, Pavitr elected to sit down against a streetlight, using his free arm to dial on his watch without looking. He kept one eye trained on the villain, some Vulture variant, ensuring that the webbing he'd haphazardly wrapped around him wouldn't break while he was still calling for back-up.

"I'm fine. Koi bhat nahin hain. Sab... sab teekh ho jayega," he mumbled to no one in particular.

He lay against the lamppost and waited.

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Pavitr grinned, though it wasn't quite visible behind his mask, and gave the spider-person a thumbs up.

"All good! Just requesting back-up," he heaved.

Granted, this wasn't what he was expecting. Still, a small part of him was glad that there was a possibility he would get help. He sat up straighter, gritting his teeth against the way the pain worsened at the movement.

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As far as avoiding problems go, Pavitr found that pestering Miguel to send him on random missions was good. Mumbattan was calm, at least as far as villains go, and Maya Auntie...

When it came to today, Maya Auntie couldn't care less what Pavitr was up to as long as he didn't get himself hurt. So, Pavitr was in a different universe hoping to fight some bad guys and maybe any injuries would stave off thinking about things. His healing factor more than made up for anything that would occur. Hopefully. Maybe.

That's what he kept telling himself as the gash in his side kept bleeding. It would be fine, though, he knew it. Things would work out in the end and Pavitr hopefully wouldn't have to go back to his home dimension for the next 12 hours. Granted, he was still in the middle of a mission, but the villain was incapacitated! So he had nothing to worry about. He could... he could just call Miguel or Jessica or someone else higher-up in the society to take it from here. And then... then he could just chill in hq! Yes! Yes that was it.

His watch-arm was still hugging his side, trying to stem the bleeding as much as possible. Instead of moving it away, Pavitr elected to sit down against a streetlight, using his free arm to dial on his watch without looking. He kept one eye trained on the villain, some Vulture variant, ensuring that the webbing he'd haphazardly wrapped around him wouldn't break while he was still calling for back-up.

"I'm fine. Koi bhat nahin hain. Sab... sab teekh ho jayega," he mumbled to no one in particular.

He lay against the lamppost and waited.

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Pavitr couldn't quite register what Vinyl had said, only noticing that instead of the angled shapes of hq, they were surrounded by metal grates and hot steam. The sweltering heat reminded him of home, which on any other day would have been comforting but right then made him all the more anxious.

He then registers that he's not being carried anymore, and was instead lying on one of the metal grates. He tries sitting up, and finds that, unlike standing up, it's not as dizzying but equally painful. He hisses a breath through his teeth

"Could- could you say that again?" he asked, hoping Vinyl hadn't asked him some sort of time sensitive question.

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As far as avoiding problems go, Pavitr found that pestering Miguel to send him on random missions was good. Mumbattan was calm, at least as far as villains go, and Maya Auntie...

When it came to today, Maya Auntie couldn't care less what Pavitr was up to as long as he didn't get himself hurt. So, Pavitr was in a different universe hoping to fight some bad guys and maybe any injuries would stave off thinking about things. His healing factor more than made up for anything that would occur. Hopefully. Maybe.

That's what he kept telling himself as the gash in his side kept bleeding. It would be fine, though, he knew it. Things would work out in the end and Pavitr hopefully wouldn't have to go back to his home dimension for the next 12 hours. Granted, he was still in the middle of a mission, but the villain was incapacitated! So he had nothing to worry about. He could... he could just call Miguel or Jessica or someone else higher-up in the society to take it from here. And then... then he could just chill in hq! Yes! Yes that was it.

His watch-arm was still hugging his side, trying to stem the bleeding as much as possible. Instead of moving it away, Pavitr elected to sit down against a streetlight, using his free arm to dial on his watch without looking. He kept one eye trained on the villain, some Vulture variant, ensuring that the webbing he'd haphazardly wrapped around him wouldn't break while he was still calling for back-up.

"I'm fine. Koi bhat nahin hain. Sab... sab teekh ho jayega," he mumbled to no one in particular.

He lay against the lamppost and waited.

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Pavitr nodded, giving Nia a wave before opening up a portal to hq. He stepped through, carrying the Vulture in tow.

Later, Pavitr would go home, see Maya Auntie, and they would finally talk about the day. They would mourn Bhim Uncle together for the first time in a year. And maybe things weren't okay, but they would get better. At least now Pavitr knew he had one more friend in an unlikely place.

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As far as avoiding problems go, Pavitr found that pestering Miguel to send him on random missions was good. Mumbattan was calm, at least as far as villains go, and Maya Auntie...

When it came to today, Maya Auntie couldn't care less what Pavitr was up to as long as he didn't get himself hurt. So, Pavitr was in a different universe hoping to fight some bad guys and maybe any injuries would stave off thinking about things. His healing factor more than made up for anything that would occur. Hopefully. Maybe.

That's what he kept telling himself as the gash in his side kept bleeding. It would be fine, though, he knew it. Things would work out in the end and Pavitr hopefully wouldn't have to go back to his home dimension for the next 12 hours. Granted, he was still in the middle of a mission, but the villain was incapacitated! So he had nothing to worry about. He could... he could just call Miguel or Jessica or someone else higher-up in the society to take it from here. And then... then he could just chill in hq! Yes! Yes that was it.

His watch-arm was still hugging his side, trying to stem the bleeding as much as possible. Instead of moving it away, Pavitr elected to sit down against a streetlight, using his free arm to dial on his watch without looking. He kept one eye trained on the villain, some Vulture variant, ensuring that the webbing he'd haphazardly wrapped around him wouldn't break while he was still calling for back-up.

"I'm fine. Koi bhat nahin hain. Sab... sab teekh ho jayega," he mumbled to no one in particular.

He lay against the lamppost and waited.

[chaya-maya-n-gaya]

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support trans people.

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😁😁😁😁😁😁

IMC RING

GUYS

IM A BIG BROTHER

her name is billie mariana morales and i’ve known her for like an hour but id kill and die for her 🥹🥹🥹

OK STORYTIME, TRYIN NOT TO BE TMI

the reason my spider sense was tripping all day was cs my mama was ab to go into labor BUT ALMOST TWO MONTHS EARLY

it was scary afs😭😭 called dad in a PANIC to get us to the hospital bUT everybodys safe now, js tired. dad’s stayed cryin nonstop s2g and im boutta join him

also TRUST im gnna be worse than beter w her baby pics once theyre done

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Congrats bhaiya!

IMC RING

GUYS

IM A BIG BROTHER

her name is billie mariana morales and i’ve known her for like an hour but id kill and die for her 🥹🥹🥹

OK STORYTIME, TRYIN NOT TO BE TMI

the reason my spider sense was tripping all day was cs my mama was ab to go into labor BUT ALMOST TWO MONTHS EARLY

it was scary afs😭😭 called dad in a PANIC to get us to the hospital bUT everybodys safe now, js tired. dad’s stayed cryin nonstop s2g and im boutta join him

also TRUST im gnna be worse than beter w her baby pics once theyre done

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(Y'all I promise I will get to my replies in a bit im just busy as shit)

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Pavitr scratched the back of his head, not really sure how to explain anomalies to the uninitiated. Granted he could give Miguel's whole spiel that he gives every spider-person but there wasn't much time for that at the current moment.

"It's... hard to explain, but it's not really a dimensional portal that brought him here. In any case, he's not supposed to be here," he explained, and as if on cue, the Vulture glitched.

Taking a step closer to the villain in question, he checked to make sure he was fully unconcious before pulling away at some of the webbing. He fastened new ones in place so the hold on him wouldn't be too uncomfortable to carry back to hq. With that, he typed the coordinates to Earth-928.

He turned back to face Nia, giving her a thumbs-up.

"I have it from here. And Hobie likes people too, so you have two things in common," he joked. "I hope we get to meet again. Under better circumstances than me being injured, of course."

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As far as avoiding problems go, Pavitr found that pestering Miguel to send him on random missions was good. Mumbattan was calm, at least as far as villains go, and Maya Auntie...

When it came to today, Maya Auntie couldn't care less what Pavitr was up to as long as he didn't get himself hurt. So, Pavitr was in a different universe hoping to fight some bad guys and maybe any injuries would stave off thinking about things. His healing factor more than made up for anything that would occur. Hopefully. Maybe.

That's what he kept telling himself as the gash in his side kept bleeding. It would be fine, though, he knew it. Things would work out in the end and Pavitr hopefully wouldn't have to go back to his home dimension for the next 12 hours. Granted, he was still in the middle of a mission, but the villain was incapacitated! So he had nothing to worry about. He could... he could just call Miguel or Jessica or someone else higher-up in the society to take it from here. And then... then he could just chill in hq! Yes! Yes that was it.

His watch-arm was still hugging his side, trying to stem the bleeding as much as possible. Instead of moving it away, Pavitr elected to sit down against a streetlight, using his free arm to dial on his watch without looking. He kept one eye trained on the villain, some Vulture variant, ensuring that the webbing he'd haphazardly wrapped around him wouldn't break while he was still calling for back-up.

"I'm fine. Koi bhat nahin hain. Sab... sab teekh ho jayega," he mumbled to no one in particular.

He lay against the lamppost and waited.

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"Daro mat, bhaiya, daro mat. It turned out- woah!" he yelped, as Vinyl picked him up.

Pavitr swallowed whatever protests still remained in his throat as the portal opened up. They were going to hq, which wasn't his home dimension, and that was enough for him. Small mercies, Gwen would say.

He had to commend Vinyl on their strength, given that he was holding Pavitr in one arm and dragging Vulture in the other. He also had to commend his confidence, given the fact that Vinyl was here and not Miguel was a testament that not looking at one's watch while trying to get something done might not lead to the most accurate results. Again, the probability of them walking through to Earth-50101 was slim regardless so Pavitr took it in stride.

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As far as avoiding problems go, Pavitr found that pestering Miguel to send him on random missions was good. Mumbattan was calm, at least as far as villains go, and Maya Auntie...

When it came to today, Maya Auntie couldn't care less what Pavitr was up to as long as he didn't get himself hurt. So, Pavitr was in a different universe hoping to fight some bad guys and maybe any injuries would stave off thinking about things. His healing factor more than made up for anything that would occur. Hopefully. Maybe.

That's what he kept telling himself as the gash in his side kept bleeding. It would be fine, though, he knew it. Things would work out in the end and Pavitr hopefully wouldn't have to go back to his home dimension for the next 12 hours. Granted, he was still in the middle of a mission, but the villain was incapacitated! So he had nothing to worry about. He could... he could just call Miguel or Jessica or someone else higher-up in the society to take it from here. And then... then he could just chill in hq! Yes! Yes that was it.

His watch-arm was still hugging his side, trying to stem the bleeding as much as possible. Instead of moving it away, Pavitr elected to sit down against a streetlight, using his free arm to dial on his watch without looking. He kept one eye trained on the villain, some Vulture variant, ensuring that the webbing he'd haphazardly wrapped around him wouldn't break while he was still calling for back-up.

"I'm fine. Koi bhat nahin hain. Sab... sab teekh ho jayega," he mumbled to no one in particular.

He lay against the lamppost and waited.

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Pavitr laughed at the society comment, a genuine one and not something born out of a mix of fear, denial, and grief.

"You should meet my friend Hobie. You would get along well with him," he chuckled.

He looked down at his dressings, running a hand over the bandages gently. The pain had subsided a little thanks to the painkillers, so he felt comfortable enough to stand. Upon doing so, however, he noted that Nia was still crouched down,a variety of medical supplies strewn about and an open medical kit. So, he crouched back down and started picking things up putting them back in the kit.

There was a brief silence before he spoke up, saying, "Thank you. For all your help. I... probably shouldn't have come here in the first place. Phir bhi it's good that I got to meet you."

Realizing he hadn't even replied to her earlier question, he quickly added, "And the bandages are good, by the way."

He finished packing up the last of the supplies and handed the kit back to her. Even though he knew she couldn't see it under the mask, he offered Nia a small smile.

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As far as avoiding problems go, Pavitr found that pestering Miguel to send him on random missions was good. Mumbattan was calm, at least as far as villains go, and Maya Auntie...

When it came to today, Maya Auntie couldn't care less what Pavitr was up to as long as he didn't get himself hurt. So, Pavitr was in a different universe hoping to fight some bad guys and maybe any injuries would stave off thinking about things. His healing factor more than made up for anything that would occur. Hopefully. Maybe.

That's what he kept telling himself as the gash in his side kept bleeding. It would be fine, though, he knew it. Things would work out in the end and Pavitr hopefully wouldn't have to go back to his home dimension for the next 12 hours. Granted, he was still in the middle of a mission, but the villain was incapacitated! So he had nothing to worry about. He could... he could just call Miguel or Jessica or someone else higher-up in the society to take it from here. And then... then he could just chill in hq! Yes! Yes that was it.

His watch-arm was still hugging his side, trying to stem the bleeding as much as possible. Instead of moving it away, Pavitr elected to sit down against a streetlight, using his free arm to dial on his watch without looking. He kept one eye trained on the villain, some Vulture variant, ensuring that the webbing he'd haphazardly wrapped around him wouldn't break while he was still calling for back-up.

"I'm fine. Koi bhat nahin hain. Sab... sab teekh ho jayega," he mumbled to no one in particular.

He lay against the lamppost and waited.

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I'm so glad to hear you support bisexuals' husbands/boyfriends and also love doechii <3

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Pavitr tilted his head at that. The conversation had given him some distraction from his own tumultuous emotions and he wasn't crying as much as he was before. He felt some kinship with that, considering how many times he'd been told he was very terrible at reading a room.

"Chutiye log. Socially clueless? So what? You're kind. You choose kindness despite everything," he stated, firmly. "You... you remind me of someone I knew, that way."

That last statement almost made his emotions reach a boiling point all over again, but he managed to get a handle on it this time. It felt a little easier to get off his chest than it was to let things fester. Who knew?

"If not for him, I probably wouldn't be here... being a superhero, I mean," he sighed.

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As far as avoiding problems go, Pavitr found that pestering Miguel to send him on random missions was good. Mumbattan was calm, at least as far as villains go, and Maya Auntie...

When it came to today, Maya Auntie couldn't care less what Pavitr was up to as long as he didn't get himself hurt. So, Pavitr was in a different universe hoping to fight some bad guys and maybe any injuries would stave off thinking about things. His healing factor more than made up for anything that would occur. Hopefully. Maybe.

That's what he kept telling himself as the gash in his side kept bleeding. It would be fine, though, he knew it. Things would work out in the end and Pavitr hopefully wouldn't have to go back to his home dimension for the next 12 hours. Granted, he was still in the middle of a mission, but the villain was incapacitated! So he had nothing to worry about. He could... he could just call Miguel or Jessica or someone else higher-up in the society to take it from here. And then... then he could just chill in hq! Yes! Yes that was it.

His watch-arm was still hugging his side, trying to stem the bleeding as much as possible. Instead of moving it away, Pavitr elected to sit down against a streetlight, using his free arm to dial on his watch without looking. He kept one eye trained on the villain, some Vulture variant, ensuring that the webbing he'd haphazardly wrapped around him wouldn't break while he was still calling for back-up.

"I'm fine. Koi bhat nahin hain. Sab... sab teekh ho jayega," he mumbled to no one in particular.

He lay against the lamppost and waited.

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To his credit, Pavitr made no protests at the idea of getting healed. Whatever broken survival instincts he had were grateful at the prospect of medical attention. Not to his credit, however, was the fact that he was trying to stand up now that the wound was some semblance of bandaged.

"Aap bahaut darta hain," he chuckled. "I got hurt midway through the fight and I still managed to tie him up. Just... needed some help taking him to hq."

His efforts to stand up were met with the worst dizziness he felt in his life. Oh. Right. Blood loss. He lost blood. Nervous giggles bubbled his way up his throat at that. It was ok, he told himself. He was fine. Vinyl was here and they would take Vulture to hq. He was getting medical attention.

More nervous giggles escaped him, which hurt because he was injured, which made him giggle more. He was distantly aware he probably looked insane.

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As far as avoiding problems go, Pavitr found that pestering Miguel to send him on random missions was good. Mumbattan was calm, at least as far as villains go, and Maya Auntie...

When it came to today, Maya Auntie couldn't care less what Pavitr was up to as long as he didn't get himself hurt. So, Pavitr was in a different universe hoping to fight some bad guys and maybe any injuries would stave off thinking about things. His healing factor more than made up for anything that would occur. Hopefully. Maybe.

That's what he kept telling himself as the gash in his side kept bleeding. It would be fine, though, he knew it. Things would work out in the end and Pavitr hopefully wouldn't have to go back to his home dimension for the next 12 hours. Granted, he was still in the middle of a mission, but the villain was incapacitated! So he had nothing to worry about. He could... he could just call Miguel or Jessica or someone else higher-up in the society to take it from here. And then... then he could just chill in hq! Yes! Yes that was it.

His watch-arm was still hugging his side, trying to stem the bleeding as much as possible. Instead of moving it away, Pavitr elected to sit down against a streetlight, using his free arm to dial on his watch without looking. He kept one eye trained on the villain, some Vulture variant, ensuring that the webbing he'd haphazardly wrapped around him wouldn't break while he was still calling for back-up.

"I'm fine. Koi bhat nahin hain. Sab... sab teekh ho jayega," he mumbled to no one in particular.

He lay against the lamppost and waited.

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He squinted, his mask mimicking the expression.

Swallowing down a sob, he asked, "Kiske liye sorry?"

"You're helping me and you never met me before. No apologies necessary," he reassured.

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As far as avoiding problems go, Pavitr found that pestering Miguel to send him on random missions was good. Mumbattan was calm, at least as far as villains go, and Maya Auntie...

When it came to today, Maya Auntie couldn't care less what Pavitr was up to as long as he didn't get himself hurt. So, Pavitr was in a different universe hoping to fight some bad guys and maybe any injuries would stave off thinking about things. His healing factor more than made up for anything that would occur. Hopefully. Maybe.

That's what he kept telling himself as the gash in his side kept bleeding. It would be fine, though, he knew it. Things would work out in the end and Pavitr hopefully wouldn't have to go back to his home dimension for the next 12 hours. Granted, he was still in the middle of a mission, but the villain was incapacitated! So he had nothing to worry about. He could... he could just call Miguel or Jessica or someone else higher-up in the society to take it from here. And then... then he could just chill in hq! Yes! Yes that was it.

His watch-arm was still hugging his side, trying to stem the bleeding as much as possible. Instead of moving it away, Pavitr elected to sit down against a streetlight, using his free arm to dial on his watch without looking. He kept one eye trained on the villain, some Vulture variant, ensuring that the webbing he'd haphazardly wrapped around him wouldn't break while he was still calling for back-up.

"I'm fine. Koi bhat nahin hain. Sab... sab teekh ho jayega," he mumbled to no one in particular.

He lay against the lamppost and waited.

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As the other spider approached, Pavitr gave a wave with his free hand.

"Yeah, solo. Miguel... sent me over," he heaved. "Not bad, right?"

Nodding at their request, he pulled his arm away from the wound. Nausea made its way up his throat at the way his side burst with pain, but he kept down Maya Auntie's idli and chammanthi breakfast.

The gash, despite Pavitr's claims otherwise, was far worse upon closer inspection. Even if the wound wasn't that far around, it was too deep for any spider-person's healing factor to work quick enough to fix. It's a miracle Vinyl made when they did.

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As far as avoiding problems go, Pavitr found that pestering Miguel to send him on random missions was good. Mumbattan was calm, at least as far as villains go, and Maya Auntie...

When it came to today, Maya Auntie couldn't care less what Pavitr was up to as long as he didn't get himself hurt. So, Pavitr was in a different universe hoping to fight some bad guys and maybe any injuries would stave off thinking about things. His healing factor more than made up for anything that would occur. Hopefully. Maybe.

That's what he kept telling himself as the gash in his side kept bleeding. It would be fine, though, he knew it. Things would work out in the end and Pavitr hopefully wouldn't have to go back to his home dimension for the next 12 hours. Granted, he was still in the middle of a mission, but the villain was incapacitated! So he had nothing to worry about. He could... he could just call Miguel or Jessica or someone else higher-up in the society to take it from here. And then... then he could just chill in hq! Yes! Yes that was it.

His watch-arm was still hugging his side, trying to stem the bleeding as much as possible. Instead of moving it away, Pavitr elected to sit down against a streetlight, using his free arm to dial on his watch without looking. He kept one eye trained on the villain, some Vulture variant, ensuring that the webbing he'd haphazardly wrapped around him wouldn't break while he was still calling for back-up.

"I'm fine. Koi bhat nahin hain. Sab... sab teekh ho jayega," he mumbled to no one in particular.

He lay against the lamppost and waited.