[He takes a few steps closer, to both the bed and the window. A pause to shift his weight to his good leg and one crutch. Without further warning, he chucks the other crutch at the creature on his bed. It's a pretty good throw. But an extremely dumb move, because now he can't walk with nearly as much ease. Also Murkrow might not have appreciated getting struck by a flying crutch.
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He doesn't care.]
Leave.