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rackofbadcds2015-06-07 06:08 pm
yankovic) wrote in rackofbadcds2015-06-07 06:08 pm
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together we're going to wait around to die
There's something sticking out of him.
As Joseph wakes up, it finally registers. His vision blurs as he forces his eyes open. The pain is incredible. Yet the only thing his mind is even vaguely grasping is that he's holding something. Sturdy, metal, and slick with... blood, he guesses. Right. Yeah. That's probably blood.
The next thing he realizes is that he's on the ground. Grass. He thinks. As his vision clears, he can tell he's under a tree. How he realized that after he decided that something was sticking out of him probably had to do with the blood pouring down his right eye, forcing it closed. There's a head injury up there somewhere, for sure.
Gritting teeth, he forces himself up. It's hard not to half-groan, half-scream. The most he can do is lean himself against his elbows, and once he's halfway up he can see why . There's a half-rusted metal pole from the old train crash sticking out of his gut. How the hell did that happen? There was bits and pieces of train debris scattered all over, sure, but how did he land himself just right (or wrong, in this case) that he...
Land.
He remembers why he's on the ground in the first place. Oh shit.
"ICHIGO!"
It's near-impossible to get the name out of his throat. When he does, it's followed by a sputter of blood out of his mouth. Not like it wasn't already hard to breathe in here.
Dammit.
As Joseph wakes up, it finally registers. His vision blurs as he forces his eyes open. The pain is incredible. Yet the only thing his mind is even vaguely grasping is that he's holding something. Sturdy, metal, and slick with... blood, he guesses. Right. Yeah. That's probably blood.
The next thing he realizes is that he's on the ground. Grass. He thinks. As his vision clears, he can tell he's under a tree. How he realized that after he decided that something was sticking out of him probably had to do with the blood pouring down his right eye, forcing it closed. There's a head injury up there somewhere, for sure.
Gritting teeth, he forces himself up. It's hard not to half-groan, half-scream. The most he can do is lean himself against his elbows, and once he's halfway up he can see why . There's a half-rusted metal pole from the old train crash sticking out of his gut. How the hell did that happen? There was bits and pieces of train debris scattered all over, sure, but how did he land himself just right (or wrong, in this case) that he...
Land.
He remembers why he's on the ground in the first place. Oh shit.
"ICHIGO!"
It's near-impossible to get the name out of his throat. When he does, it's followed by a sputter of blood out of his mouth. Not like it wasn't already hard to breathe in here.
Dammit.