Picking Up The Pieces
Characters: Frau verlorenscasket, Yuca neverquitedies
When: Sometime after the completion of this event
Where:Wherever it was that Frau and Killua fought.
Rating: Gonna go with R for excessive gore/sensitive material
Summary: Yuca finds Frau after his fight with Killua and he seems a bit worse for wear.
It's a strange feeling when you're laying on the ground and looking at your leg somewhere about five feet away. Or when you try to reach out for it with an arm that isn't attached anymore. Or when you should be dead, covered in blood with a whole punched through your shoulder, your chest, and almost had your throat slashed. Multiple times. But the blood didn't pump. It hadn't for a while. The only thing that made him sure that he was still alive was the nauseous feeling rising from his stomach and the pain.
There was no word to describe it. Agonizing didn't cover it. Neither did excruciating. Frau was just laying there, waiting for something that would never happen. Waiting to die. For the pain to stop. He willed himself to pass out, but he just...couldn't. Good thing he didn't have to breathe or that would have just added to the pain. He was pretty sure his lung was punctured clean through. Which meant broken ribs. He shouldn't have left his PCD at home. Then he could have asked for help. He could probably scream for hours and no one would hear him. Well, no harm in trying.
He opened his mouth to call for help but just ended up screaming in pain. Maybe...maybe it was finally his time. He closed his eyes and for the first time in his life, he actually closed his eyes and prayed that the God that had betrayed him and cursed him into this existence would send someone to save him.
When: Sometime after the completion of this event
Where:Wherever it was that Frau and Killua fought.
Rating: Gonna go with R for excessive gore/sensitive material
Summary: Yuca finds Frau after his fight with Killua and he seems a bit worse for wear.
It's a strange feeling when you're laying on the ground and looking at your leg somewhere about five feet away. Or when you try to reach out for it with an arm that isn't attached anymore. Or when you should be dead, covered in blood with a whole punched through your shoulder, your chest, and almost had your throat slashed. Multiple times. But the blood didn't pump. It hadn't for a while. The only thing that made him sure that he was still alive was the nauseous feeling rising from his stomach and the pain.
There was no word to describe it. Agonizing didn't cover it. Neither did excruciating. Frau was just laying there, waiting for something that would never happen. Waiting to die. For the pain to stop. He willed himself to pass out, but he just...couldn't. Good thing he didn't have to breathe or that would have just added to the pain. He was pretty sure his lung was punctured clean through. Which meant broken ribs. He shouldn't have left his PCD at home. Then he could have asked for help. He could probably scream for hours and no one would hear him. Well, no harm in trying.
He opened his mouth to call for help but just ended up screaming in pain. Maybe...maybe it was finally his time. He closed his eyes and for the first time in his life, he actually closed his eyes and prayed that the God that had betrayed him and cursed him into this existence would send someone to save him.