It hadn’t looked so high from the ground. But, once Apollo had reached the top of the elevated stage, he felt each and every one of those twenty feet that separated him and Trucy from the solidity of the main stage below. Of course, what they’d found up there had distracted them – and how could they not have been, with Mr LeTouse’s body clutching Geeter, and little Machi Tobaye out cold beside him.
Somehow, he’d gotten himself and Trucy back down that ladder without his fear acting up, but once his feet hit solid ground, his knees decided that going on strike would be a good idea, and Apollo just managed to make it back over to side of stage before he collapsed, legs buckling, body falling to the ground with a quiet crash. He’d always hated heights, and after the events of the night, it was simply the straw that broke the camel’s back.
He shoved himself back against the wall, and buried his head in his arms, trying to make himself as small as possible until the shaking and gasping stopped – and he only prayed that he wouldn’t pass out as the world closed in around him. Vaguely, he felt another body slide down the wall beside him, and arms go around his shoulders, before the blackness claimed him completely.