
Rhenn had slipped from consciousness as the blood loss had taken it's toll. What must have been a dozen wounds had poured his life away like they were getting rid of wastewater. Inconsiderate, really. I mean, it wasn't like they needed the blood to survive. That goddamn officer. The way she'd been holding him, he'd had no choice but to take the full force of the explosion. She probably got off almost without a scratch.
These thoughts flitted through his addled mind as he laid unconscious in a pool of his own blood. He thought for a moment that he felt a soothing feeling wash over each of his wounds in the half-awareness he now experienced, but he put it down to the fact that he was probably about to die. This thought was reinforced when he felt himself become lighter, and lift off of the ground.
Huh. Looks like I'm going to heaven after all. Who would've thunk? The thought amused him.
A sudden jolt brought him back into consciousness. Inches away from him was the face of Corset. From this close, he could really appreciate the fact that she was fairly beautiful. The way her eyes were set into hard drops of concentration and effort didn't detract from it at all. For a fleeting moment, Rhenn thought she might be an angel.
Now stop that, he told himself.
You're just saying that because you're almost dead. But he didn't appear to be getting any worse. Sure, he felt like utter s**t at the moment, but taking an explosion head-on tends to do that. In fact, for the circumstances, he felt rather well. A sudden thought struck him. As he tried to lift his head, though, even this proved to be too much for his weakened body, and he let himself slump down again.