Upon hearing a voice above him, he looked up to see the photographer from earlier now standing over him.<br/>"I'm fine." He replied just before he winced when he tried to sit up.<br/>He tried to pull one of the splinters out but as soon as he got a grip on it, it sent shocks through his hand. He couldn't move the hand because it was like having metal pins going through it. If you moved, the pins would just slice through your hand and there'd nothing left of your hand. He was forced to keep his hand still, looking into the distance while his mind wondered. After some time, he rested his forehead against his closed fist and breathed slowly, finally calm after his tirade.