Cold-Oil followed the light down the hatch, the rusted ladder creaking under his hand and feet every time he put pressure on it. The whole hatch shaking as the drakes got closer, and when one of them placed its clawed foot above the hatch it made it shake enough for the ladder to brake under his feet.
It felt like he continued tumblibg down the hole for an eternity, bumbing into broken parts of the ladder as well as loose bricks on the walls. Fairly early he must have crashed past the light, because he was blind most of the way. The landing was not something Cold-Oil would ever remember kindly, because it probably broke most of his ribs and fractured both his legs.
He woke up by a weird prickling sensation, along with the buzzing of the light. The man tried to sit up, a throbbing pain shot through his left forearm when he pushed with it. Next he tried to bend his upper body forward, and his chest felt like it would tear apart.
"Aaaaahhh!" Cold-Oil lay gasping on his back, the notion of getting up didnt appeal to him nearly as much at that point. And his legs felt sore, he could feel every heartbeat course through them.
"Hey, Light. How bad is it?" The light had scanned him earlier, maybe it could tell him the condition of his body... Which if it was too bad wasnt something he wanted to hear.