Geoff continued running to the cave when he tripped on a large stick. He was able to keep on his feet, but his knife went flying from his hand. He instinctively managed to leap and grab his knife on the blade end with his other hand, and kept on running until he got inside the cave.
Geoff collapsed on the cave floor, panting heavily. The red-edged knife clattered to the ground.
He stared at his hand, a trail of blood dripping from his cut palm.
He didn't feel it much at the moment, but he clenched his teeth as he knew it would sting later.
"F-f-ffuh..."
((I'll be back as well. ))
((I'm back. ))