Lukas

Lukas cringed in pain, doubled over in the side of an Alleyway. One of his arms firmly clutched around his stomach, the other desperately fumbling with his broken phone. It was hard to focus with his current headache. He clumsily punched in the numbers, the phone tilting side to side and threatening to drop as he did so. As soon as the phone started ringing, he shakily brought it to his ear. “Come on, Come on,” he pleaded, silently begging that you’d pick up the phone.