i am relieved that the turbulence wasn’t forecasted (i couldn’t have changed anyways)

Tommy’s arm is a fucking mess. Shattered pieces of bone scattered through his flesh, sticking out of his skin in two places. If he doesn’t look at it, doesn’t think about it, somehow, the pain lessens. Every time he moves, he can feel it shift, and that shift causes intolerable pain. He clutches it with his unbroken hand as he runs through the midnight streets of L’Manburg. He can taste salty tears mixing with the pounding rain.He can barely see where he’s going through his two black eyes. His cheek is swollen. His nose is probably broken, too. Two teeth are gone. He occasionally swirls his tongue around the gaps, subconsciously examining the losses like a second grader being told about the tooth fairy. He can’t stop running. If he stops, Dream catches up. And Theseus “Tommy” Minecraft would not let that happen.He can’t see, but he knows where he’s going. He knows every turn, every crosswalk, every building on the way. He knows because there have been times when he’s run all the way back, only to hesitate and go back at the final turn.He heaves a loud sob, drowned out by the rain.This wasn’t supposed to happen.or, supervillain tommyinnit goes running back to his dad