Rhys staggered backwards, his hands going to the stomach wound, which was rapidly soaking his shirt with blood. He didn't dare pull the knife out of the other wound. That would only make it bleed more. At least the guy hadn't stabbed him on the left side, because dumb luck might have allowed him to find his heart.
Two more steps, and the mercenary was sitting, his back making contact with a brick wall. The gun had fallen from his hand. Sitting made it easier.
"Jesus, this hurts." He said it matter of factly. Even wounded, he could be stoic.
Shannon.
Blood was pooling in his lap beneath the stomach wound. He could feel shock setting in, but his hands didn't release the pressure they were applying. If he died, that meant he'd failed his mission.
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on 2013-10-16 08:43 am (UTC)Rhys staggered backwards, his hands going to the stomach wound, which was rapidly soaking his shirt with blood. He didn't dare pull the knife out of the other wound. That would only make it bleed more. At least the guy hadn't stabbed him on the left side, because dumb luck might have allowed him to find his heart.
Two more steps, and the mercenary was sitting, his back making contact with a brick wall. The gun had fallen from his hand. Sitting made it easier.
"Jesus, this hurts." He said it matter of factly. Even wounded, he could be stoic.
Shannon.
Blood was pooling in his lap beneath the stomach wound. He could feel shock setting in, but his hands didn't release the pressure they were applying. If he died, that meant he'd failed his mission.