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 Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 9:09 am
( continued from here )
He ached all over.
He wasn't sure what time it was, or where he was, except that he had managed to make it back to Deus and was currently lying on his back in the grass; which, considering the stab wounds between his shoulder blades, was near agony. He pushed himself, using his last bit of strength, just enough to roll over onto his stomach, giving a sharp gasp of pain at even that.
His face pressed against the cool grass. Ian's bruised fingers fumbled with his pocket, trying to find his phone -
- he couldn't call Shiloh. That was too painful. And he couldn't call Alistaire, because his brother had a hard enough time as it was in dealing with blood and dirt and anything dirty.
He managed half a text message out before his strength gave away and he passed out.Lilwolfpard Text to Quinn:on train fld hel
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 12:26 pm
DING.He stared down at his phone, wondering briefly who it could be. The sudden noise had startled him out of a half-asleep state, overthinking as usual. Either way he reached out for his phone and clicked it open. Instantly he fired a text back, but sat up and grabbed his jacket. kuroopu Text to Ian:Ian? Are you Okay? Something was bothering him, the text seemed odd. First of all Ian hadn't given him some sort of nickname, secondly the spelling was odd. Acting on a gut instinct he decided to head towards the training fields, pausing when there was a lump on the field, some distance away, that was out of place. "Ian?!" He whispered to himself, eyes flying open as he clumsily ran towards the shape. "Ian Ian are you okay?" Obviously he wasn't. Quinn might be no healer but Blood + No response did not mean good things. Unfortunately, Ian was also a lot larger than he was. He forgotten about the strength gifted to them as hunters, and instead popped open his phone and called for help from the life labs.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 7:28 pm
Ian was not awake for Quinn's return message, nor was he awake for the frantic calls of his name; he did, however, vaguely understand that he was no longer lying alone in the field, and he gave a little grunt of acknowledgement, a groan of pain as he forced his eyes open again.
"No."
He lifted his hand and closed it over Quinn's phone, forcing the call to end. "Don't call anyone. Just help me up, m'fine."
This was a very blatant and obvious lie, but he didn't want anyone else seeing him.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 9:01 pm
He was just about to say something to the person who answered when- Click"Hey-" It was an instant response, seeing the hand come out of no where making him feel a pang of anger for a second. How could someone stop him from getting he- Oh. Though when he realized just whos hand it was, he didn't mind it as much. "Ian!" He called again, dropping the phone next to him. "Ian your bleeding." He stated the obvious, reaching out and giving the shoulder the barest of touches. "I really don't think we should be moving you right now, let alone you standing up and walking yourself." He muttered, damning his own lack of medical know-how what to do in a situation like this. "The life labs would at least be able to give you something to help." Being a life lab lacky he knew they could help...
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 9:07 pm
"No."
His voice was adamant, in spite of the obvious pain he was in. Ian forced himself to sit up, his shirt and coat sticking wetly to his back, sticky with blood that seeped out and stained the white red. "No," he said, a little less forcefully this time. "I don't want anyone but you to help me."
He reached for Quinn, bruised fingers wrapping around his friend's wrist as Ian attempted to haul himself to his feet. He got a few inches off the ground, collapsed, and swore vehemently, his teeth gritted in agony. Ian readjusted his grip and tried again, this time managing to make it all the way vertical, though he looked deathly pale, sweat sliding down his face.
"Help me to my room," he managed to get out. "No wait - my brother's room, Alistaire's room - 164."
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