Will I live...?

T-Bone lies trapped underneath some rubble, his suit torn to pieces, his helmet cracked, and mask blown off, revealing his true identity as Chance. He lies there, bruised, bleeding, nearly dying, as he can't feel/move any part of his body but his arms and can't seem to get them out. His partner is worried about his condition, and he feels the same. It was this moment where T-Bone ponders if he should continue on saving the city he truly cares about, even if it means putting himself in so much danger, and/or die trying.

Inspired by a few fanfics that I read from skfanfic.com (Not really one specific fanfiction. Mostly the ones from the tragedy genre   )
So much angst...   and I think I drew his head too wide? And I just realized that the expression I made him looked way too similar to one of my old works here... Coincidence?;'