[center] [h2] [color=00aeef]Gaius Secondus [/color][/h2] [/center]

	Thanks to Ponyboy, Gaius was able to fall on a nice, hard roof instead of the ground. He hit hard, on his shoulder and he felt a pop and then searing pain. Through the pain, he had enough instinct to turn most of his momentum into roll. Bump bump, scrape, bump, he rolled across most the roof and came to a stop on his back, staring at the sky, thinking how much he liked the color blue. His wits returned in a snap and he started coughing violently, which wrenched his shoulder, whitch didn't feel good. In fact it felt so not good, that he almost fell unconscious. After a moment, he stopped and came to. He tested his shoulder, and nearly blacked out again from the pain. [i]Dislocated, not broken.[/i] He thought woozily. He struggled to sit up, remembering some first-aid lessons from his father. [i]Make a fist. Lift to parallel. And [b]twist[/b].[/i] He heard a pop and choked back a scream of pain. Panting he put his arm through it's full range of motion with only a little pain and stiffness. From there he took inventory: Several bruses, and scrapes, slight burns, a cut or too, an aching shoulder and sore lungs. Other than that, he was more or less whole. Huzzah. He tried to get to his feet, but he felt so light headed that he fell back down again. [i]Musta been in the smoke too long, considering how hard I was breathing, I'm surprised I'm still conscious. Urrgh, I' gonna lie here for awhile.[/i] He thought to himself. [i]I hope that Malboro guy didn't make it[/i] He thought idly.