Meng Yao struggled to get himself up off the floor, it was hard and his leg was so sensitive. He managed to get himself up mostly by using his hands, balancing on one leg and holding onto Xue Yang's arm. "Please don't break the other one. It hurts so much." His leg was in agony, he couldn't imagine both of them being this fucked up. He wouldn't be able to move himself.

He was shaking a little, putting his effort into balance, fingers gripping tight onto Xue Yang as he nodded his head. "I'm ready." Hopefully. He didn't want to fall on his face.