[It’s a disorienting feeling, like the feeling of rusted gears jamming, but it’s every moving mechanical piece in his body. He’s already not used to feeling pain, or being so wholly aware of what goes on under his skin, that when every receptor suddenly goes off all he can do is gasp. It feels like someone poured molten lead into his blood stream.]
[Ah, that’s probably what it was. His blood.]
— Shit!
[He drops to one knee, clutching at his chest for a moment before there’s a brilliant flash of light. What’s there in the aftermath is someone familiar, struggling not to collapse.]
[He is also choking up a not insignificant amount of blood.]
no subject
[Ah, that’s probably what it was. His blood.]
— Shit!
[He drops to one knee, clutching at his chest for a moment before there’s a brilliant flash of light. What’s there in the aftermath is someone familiar, struggling not to collapse.]
[He is also choking up a not insignificant amount of blood.]