Jin-woo's figure stumbled into the gymnasium. His left hand was limply dangling at his side while blood could be seen soaking the ripped sleeve of his left shoulder as it ran down his arm.
"Jin, are you okay?"
Seong instinctively wanted to reach out to help Jin-woo but he stopped himself. Even though Jin-woo could do small things like poke him or hold his hand, he couldn't do something like use him as a crutch.
Seong was still a projection from a different dimension, thus Jin-woo was the only one who could perceive holding his hand. Other people and even the Third Dimension itself didn't recognize him so Jin-woo couldn't defy a fundamental law engraved in the Third Dimension like gravity and use a nonexistent entity like him as a crutch.
Jin-woo quickly recovered his footing and responded to Seong with gritted teeth.
Don't worry, it's just a dislocation and a small cut."
