[ Nothing exists for a moment after she sets his second leg. His teeth grind into leather and his mind whites out. It'll pass, experience tells him that, but in that instant he knows absolutely nothing. Slowly, the world bleeds back into focus, and he drops the glove from his mouth. He's hazy, vision a bit blurred around the edges, but he can focus on her.
He sees that hand in her hair, and the smear of blood she leaves behind. It catches his attention: bright red in the mess of dust and her skin which has paled due to her nerves. He takes the pills in one hand, but the other reaches out, touching her face again. His thumb rubs against the bloodstain, but he ends up just spreading the mark further. ]
Hey. [ A quiet attempt to get her to look at him, the pills in his hand idly dismissed for the moment. His voice is still slurred when he speaks, made lazy from the pain in his legs. ] C'mere.
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He sees that hand in her hair, and the smear of blood she leaves behind. It catches his attention: bright red in the mess of dust and her skin which has paled due to her nerves. He takes the pills in one hand, but the other reaches out, touching her face again. His thumb rubs against the bloodstain, but he ends up just spreading the mark further. ]
Hey. [ A quiet attempt to get her to look at him, the pills in his hand idly dismissed for the moment. His voice is still slurred when he speaks, made lazy from the pain in his legs. ] C'mere.