Flynn traveled all night, his body had gave up long ago, so why was he still walking? He promised. His legs ached as if they had been beaten raw and soaked in acid, his eyes felt dry and each time he blinked was as if they were covered in glass. His chest heaved and he groaned, trying to breath with each gasp of small air. A broken rib, and damaged lung. He paused to cough up blood every once in awhile. His lip throbbed, and his back ached. He didn't feeel any bit of relief when the lights of the cabin came into view. He just continued dragging his legs up the dirt path. As he got closer, he lifted his head to see David, he sat down with no shirt on. Flynn paused, raising his hand to his forehead in a salute before falling to his knees and collapsing in pure pain and exhaustion.